But oh god, in the unlikely event they were ever actually delivered, can you IMAGINE the fanboy forum posts? “My android snapped my child’s arm off on accident, but I still really love the Optimus and think Musk is the future of humanity! UPDATE: My wife has left me.”
It’s ok. Hell just start dating the nanny-bot
I’m reminded of the chess robot that broke a child’s finger.
We've been listening to the corporate jingle of the Sirius Cybernetics corporation this morning... "ate up your hat or had sex with your cat..."
Considering the incel Musk stan army, someone needs to suggest a cooperative deal with Realdoll. It might be the only chance most of the buyers will ever have to touch a boob, real or not.
Robots just don't do well with homonyms. He told it to find something humorous, it found something humerus.
First time that thing tries to walk a dog, it's going down like an AT-AT.
"My wife has left me but I won't let that hold me down, I'll be a REAL MAN just like mr. Musk!"
"Update 2: My Optimus burst into flames after bumping into a wall and burnt down my whole house. What do I do now?"
"I blame myself for having natural-born kids. Next time I'm getting a MuskCorp IVF superbaby."