Can there be any doubt but that the human race is doomed?
Some engineers, it seems, are working on sex dolls that can converse and presumably exhibit other lifelike responses.
Meanwhile, I'm having my own trouble with the servants. Once again it seems that the maid (AKA my Roomba) has latched onto the footman (AKA, my walking shoe), dragged him under my bed, and had her way with him (AKA, attempted to digest my shoestring). Now I need a robot that will pick up my shoes and put them away.