Every year scientists and engineers are making advances in miniaturize sensors but there's one aspect of this phenomenon to which a lot of enlighten people have given a good bit of thought. Is having sex with an ultra-realistic
robot hooker cheating?
The most sought-after celebrity of the late-1930s was a mono-named socialite called Cynthia. She was invited to the most elite parties, including the posh wedding of Wallis Simpson and Edward VIII of England. She received freebies from Tiffany and Cartier. She had box seats to the Metropolitan Opera. She was featured in LIFE.
No, really — an actual mannequin. Cynthia was a 100-pound plaster clothes hanger designed by a soap sculptor named Lester Gaba. As one of Lester’s “Gaba Girls,” Cynthia was a new type of mannequin designed to be realistic. While not melting under the sun like wax models did. In order to boost his status as an artist and cement his place in the New York social scene, Gaba began squiring his creation around town as if they were on a date.
As you might imagine, people took notice and so the quirkiness spread to the city’s trendsetters pretty quickly. Cynthia was soon a mainstay at galas and dinner parties, where, in keeping with her real-girl status, people tried to chat her up. Gaba would apologize profusely, explaining that the blonde beauty had laryngitis.
Sadly, Cynthia met an untimely end when Lester Gaba went off to fight in World War II. Before he shipped off, Gaba decided that his main girl would take a sabbatical to Hannibal, Missouri, to live with his mother and de-stress from the frantic socialite life. Though she was on hobnobbing hiatus, Gaba left his mother explicit instructions to treat Cynthia like the star she was. She was to receive weekly beauty treatments, including styling at the best salon in town. It was there that, tragically, Cynthia slipped from a chair and shattered onto the hair clipping-filled floor below. According to LIFE.com, newspapers reported Cynthia’s death as if a real person had died in an unfortunate accident.
Barbie dolls are fun! They don't have to be just for little kids. And if you're an sick-o person like me, Playing with Barbie can be a heck of a good time! 
Barbie was designed by Ruth Handler, who supposedly modeled the doll after a smoldering, sort of exotica prostitute character from a German comic strip, Bild Lilli. The Germans designed a doll after a sultry semi-porno character, and she bears an extremely remarkable resemblance to Barbie — or rather, Barbie bears an extremely remarkable resemblance to Lilli. (Bild Lilli, alas, came first). Ah. But, whereas the German Lilli is rather a strumpet, her American twin, Barbie, is the wholesome girl next door; if you ignore her ‘teenage’ 36-26-36 measurements and her sleek, Cleaopatra-type exotic eyeliner.
Fifty prototype sex dolls were eventually produced, but the sex doll program was ultimately scrapped in 1942 because soldiers were too embarrassed to carry the “comforters” into combat with them.
My Living Doll is an American science fiction sitcom that aired for 26 episodes on CBS from 1964 to 1965
The series starred Bob Cummings as Dr. Bob McDonald, a psychologist who is given care of Rhoda Miller, a life-like android (played by Julie Newmar) in the form of a sexy, Amazonian female, by her creator, a scientist who did not want her to fall into the hands of the military.
Rhoda's real name was AF 709, and she was a prototype robot that Dr. Carl Miller (Henry Beckman) built for the U.S. Air Force. When Dr. Miller was about to be transferred to Pakistan, he gives his friend, Air Force psychologist Bob McDonald, the job of completing the education of the sophisticated (yet naive) robot. Bob's job is to teach Rhoda how to be a "perfect" woman, and keep her identity secret from the world.
It's easy to envision a world where robots work as traffic cops, work as a receptionist, make sushi, vacuum office floors and prostitutes. It may not be far away. Robots are already common fixtures, and the latest prototypes come ever closer to the line separating man from machine.
I hardly shed a tear when some you abuses a vending machine. Yet give something a couple of eyes and the hint of lifelike abilities and suddenly some ancient region of my brain starts firing off empathy signals. How are kids who grow up with robots as companions going to handle this? This question is starting to get debated by robot designers and toymakers. With advanced robotics becoming cheaper and more commonplace, the challenge isn't how we learn to accept robots—but whether we should care when they're mistreated. And if we start caring about robot ethics, might we then go one insane step further and grant them rights?
What if you could design your own Sex Bot?
Area 51 Love Doll - It's the love doll they never wanted you to know about! For years they've locked it away, kept it classified and tried to prevent man from enjoying extraterrestrial pleasure. Now you can experience what humans have fantasized about for decades...incredible sex with an alien! Between kissing robots and full-sized love dolls that talk, it's clear to me that all aspects of technosexuality and technology are heading toward one inevitable invention: robot hookers.
BTW - I have uploaded a bunch of "Robot Hooker" (NSFW2) photos to enhance this gynoid blog
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