“Doctor, something isn’t right,” Jason tried to explain.
“You shouldn’t worry,” The doctor retorted, “We are still putting the realistic skin on your new robotic frame, but the transplant of your brain into the robot was a success!”
“I can see that, and I know that I was dying of cancer and had little choice for survival. But I’m sure that when my wife signed the paperwork to have my brain placed inside of a robot, she never would’ve approved of this design! It’s a woman’s body!”
“Robots don’t have genders, Mr. Connors; however, this robot form does mimic that of a woman. However, that matches the form explictly requested by your wife. You can go view all the paperwork if you wish. I have it right here. As you can see, this is her signature and even some handwritten notes in her handwriting. I understand it may be uncomfortable to find yourself in a robot’s body that was designed to please men, but your wife had power of attorney and next of kin status once you technically passed. This was her decision. You just now have to live with it.”
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