DON’T STOP READING THIS
No, nothing’s going to happen to you, you’re not going to get killed by a ghost of a little girl or anything. Ghosts don’t exist, and if a little girl ever tried killing me, I’d kick her head clean off her body.
I just want to get something off my chest.
I’m going to tell you a story.
And if you dig it, hit that like button, would you? If you’re picking up what I’m laying down, give this status a like so I know I’m doing good here. So I know I’m making a difference.
This is the story of a young man, and how he lost his virginity.
Now to a lot of people, sex is a huge deal. It’s put up on this pedestal and considered the ultimate symbol of love and affection. Not to me, not to me.
I see sex as something much less completely insane. I see it as a largely inconsequential act. Even for the first time a person does it, it doesn’t change who you are. See, we all fucking KNOW this, but nobody wants to have the fucking discussion.
So just keep reading, stay with me.
Like I said, I just said it a few sentences back- having sex doesn’t change a person. And this idea applies to the protagonist of my story.
His name was Alex, and he was a 200 foot tall robot.
400 fucking years old, and the kid had never gotten laid. Everyone always says “there’s plenty of fish in the sea”. Shit, I’VE said that, unironically, when people come to me after they’ve split with their significant other.
People actually come to me for advice, and I’m spouting out worthless platitudes. Forget that though, because we’re focusing on Alex now.
So he’s a bigass robot, right? Forget about fish in the sea. There’s no 200 foot tall robots in galaxy, and if there were, who the fuck would want to have sex with a robot that’s FOUR HUNDRED FUCKING YEARS OLD, and still a virgin?
Do you know how many days are in four hundred years? One hundred and forty-six THOUSAND.
We’re talking about a superhuge robot with no social skills. Now, is it his fault? Absolutely. He has rocket-boots, and can definitely probably just fly across the Universe in search of a hole for his 50-foot steel peg. But fuck playing the blame game here, we’ve got a real problem.
This guy needs to get laid. He’s not fucking happy, he needs a female robot. Let’s call them febots. Or whatever, it doesn’t matter.
Look, the guy COMES TO ME. He says “Ray, I need help.” Keep in mind, please keep in mind, that this “guy” is a 200 foot tall robot. Every sound that comes out of his mouth-box is like having my head replaced with a drum and just slamming a big rock through it. And then throwing a cymbal through a window.
After I wake up, he turned his volume down and told me his non-issue.
I told him, “Look, giant robot” (Please, call me Alex, he said– I obliged) “Look, Alex. Sex isn’t going to make you happy. Life is fucking cold, and it’s terrifying, and there’s nothing inside of a giant robot-woman’s vagina, however warm it could possibly be– I imagine possibly like an oven– there’s nothing in there that’s going to make you feel whole. Make you feel like what you’re doing really matters.
“I don’t care,” he said.
I sighed and I helped him make a dating profile on some intergalactic dating site. It’s like on the internet, except all of the information is shot directly into our brains, making our own vision the user interface. It was extremely unpleasant, but I wanted to help the guy, because he’s a 200 foot robot and I was SO fucking along for the ride.
So we find him a girl he likes, I coach him on what to say to her. Neither of them really want anything long-lasting, like Spearmint. They want Juicy Fruit. Sweet and short. Not exactly refreshing, but at least your mouth’s wet.
They agree to meet up in a nice, public area and get some coffee. Robots can drink coffee, they can drink whatever the hell they want to, why wouldn’t they?
I watched the whole thing go down from a table close by like a fucking WWII spy. Exactly like a WWII spy, because it was Halloween and everyone was dressed up; myself as a WWII spy. American. I can only give you my name, rank, and serial number.
But let’s get back to them. They were having the time of their lives. Laughing at robot things, I guess. I wasn’t REALLY paying too much attention, because my waitress really cute and I was trying to think of an appropriate way of asking her out.
Then, the robots walked out. I could tell because of all the shaking and screaming. But that doesn’t matter- WHAT MATTERS is that LIKE I FUCKING SAID, the morning after, what happened?
He got his robot dick slick with grease, and he was still the same person. She got jackhammered by a literal jackhammer, and she was still the same person. None of it fucking mattered, and just because they’re robots doesn’t mean the same thing doesn’t apply to human beings.
Here’s the bottom line. Sex is cool and all, but you’ve got to have more. But what is more? Is it having common interests? Spending mindless time just /being/ together? I think the real goal of a relationship- any relationship, whether there’s sex or not, is a strong friendship.
So Alex the robot comes back to me again, asking for advice. This time he asked the right question. He asked me “How do I be happy?”
I told him to call up whatever her fucking name was and ask her if she wants to hang out and do robot things. I even offered to come as the awkward 3rd wheel.
But now get this- SHE only wanted a one-night stand. She wasn’t looking for something more. She was already happy, completely satisfied with their transaction.
Alex was moody for a week, but he got over it. I convinced him to keep looking. He took off with his rocket boots, and went space backpacking. I don’t think it’s the best idea and I worry about him, but if some adventure will help him, then I’m all for it.
Last I heard from him, he was somewhere in deep space trying to find himself, which I dig. How can you find some kind of “soul mate” if you haven’t even found yourself first? And how can you find yourself on Earth if you’re a big fucking robot? You can’t. I think he’ll be okay. He’s out there. He’s not giving up. He lived and learned.
Because ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE IS GOING TO SURPASS HUMANITY ONE DAY, BUDDY. GET USED TO IT. OUR BRAINS ARE JUST MACHINES, AND ALL MACHINES CAN BE IMPROVED UPON.
anyway. thanks for reading. if you’re reading this, you’re obviously a great person. duh.
Right, I’m done. So yeah. If I hear anything from Alex, I’ll make sure to post it in the future. Like 1000 years or however long it’ll take his message to reach Earth. Bye for now.