It’s just a blob, but it sweats to say, “I love you.”
In theory, this could mean that sexbots won’t be a dry hump.
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated, sailor.
[music]“Beware of the Blob
It creeps. And sleeps
And crawls around the floor
Right Through
The Door”
[/music]
And Sweats
Funny, I just ran into the idea of the uncanny valley yesterday. And while it doesn’t look at all human, a blob that sweats definitely gets a 
from me.
So… it’s from France?
You’re going to lick it?
Mom?
The only thing that could possibly make that creepier is if it also said things like 'Yeah, right there. Oh, God that feels good. You have nice, strong, warm hands. Could…could you…? Right there, just over there, yeah, yeah, just above that fold…ooohhhhhhhh, yeah, that did it."
You want oil with that?
[Horta]Kill not I.[/Horta]
In rereading the thread title, I suddenly heard Lionel Ritchie singing, “I just sweated to say, ‘I love you.’”
“We say supportive, nurturing things to it.”
“Are you sleeping with it, Ray?”
Correction- The Horta writes “No Kill I”
I dont think I want to “emotionally experience the . . . wet domain of nature” !!