From A robot performs standup comedy to a lackluster response by Michael Drucker in McSweeney’s
I was made in a factory. The funny setup is that robots make new robots. You, as a human, are probably thinking, “I would love to spend all day making more humans because the sexual experience is pleasurable to my flesh.” However, the point of irony is that robots make new robots—but we do not have sex. We use lasers and molten metal. Am I right?