sex robots are being designed with one purpose in mind. to just be used relentlessly without the user feeling any of the normal regret involved with such an exchange. a girl with a lifetime of abuse behind her, who only views herself as a sex object, knows how she was programmed. she usually has to blank out those memories with a steady diet of booze and methamphetamines, and even the most callous fellow would rather not deal with that sort of regret after the act is done. but what if the object of that gentleman's interest had no idea it was created strictly to satiate his sexual appetite? if you love your job, you don't consider that maybe you were created specifically to do it. "i feel like i was born to sell insurance, bob." what if you were? would you be disappointed? are these sex robots sentient enough to have these sort of existential questions? and if so, doesn't it seem like having sex with them is the last thing you'd want to do? wouldn't you have some questions to ask them? like what it feels like to suddenly exist? the scientists all just standing around with their pants down as this frankenstein creature rises from the table, "i feel ...alive. what is this? reality? i can't describe where i just was, but i feel like i've just been introduced to an entirely new existe...." "shhhh, shhh, shhh. there's plenty of time for that. now let's see those hooties."