Because some dude says I’ll be able to by 2050!
Oh boy, a robot as a husband! I can’t wait. I think I’ll move to Massachusetts now in anticipation! But first I’ll have to dump ELIZA…
Why marry a robot when Ahnold is available? 
First you’ll have to dump ELIZA?
Why marry one when you can buy a Cherry 2000? Just don’t do the dirty deed in the dishwater!
Hah! And they laughed at Bicentennial Man…
The Stepford Wives live, and Ira Levin has to be laughing his ass off.
Unless I’m being whooshed:
I’ll be holding out for Pris.
I suspect a whoosh. Malacandra was offering a guess at how ELIZA would take the news.
(IE, how the ELIZA program would react to the sentence “But first I’ll have to dump ELIZA…”)
Right? 
Mahoro Ando would suit me just fine: good at both house-keeping and defeating the largest war machines.
43 years? Bugger.
Filthy robosexuals. Go back where you came from!
You’re in Massachusetts already, though. The robots must have received the memo a while ago, whereas us skinbutts are just getting it now.
Cleaning the sexbots doesn’t get any less icky if you marry one.
Or so I’ve heard.
What’s the point if they aren’t self-cleaning? That’s why I got a wife in the first place.
(Kidding – hi sweetheart! 
)
Wait, you mean in a few decades women won’t have to train their husbands, just reprogram them? That takes all the fun out of it.
DON’T DATE ROBOTS!
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Finally. A girlfriend with an off button.
Will these robots have a glowing spine of passion?
“I thought by now I’d walk the moon
And ride a car without no tires
And have a robot run the vacuum
And date a girl made out of wires”