Sex and the machine

Accepting that all we may be is the orgasm that birthed the robot.

All human progress consists of forward thinking, rational beasts with primordial urges. We derived from carbon, managed to stand upright from all fours and, over hundreds of thousands of years, maximized the soft tissue in our brains to become cognitive weapons capable of the miraculous. However, we are held back by more than the size of our skulls. The urge to create, more aptly, procreate still lies within the DNA of our reptile brain. It’s all been there since the beginning: fixed action patterns — the pelvic thrust — in the recesses of our subconscious before we invented euphemisms and censorship, the orgasm (the male version, anyway) gives to conception which gives way to life.

So how does all this filthy talk, that has you feeling inquisitive or shamed or both, give way to the machines?

It doesn’t. Not so much in a concrete sense but more the abstract. As a species, we evolve. And, we may be at an age where that evolution has only taken us so far. Suicide and depression rates are on the rise. Medication prescriptions for anxiety and other assorted mental illnesses are flying off doctors’ pads quicker than they can scribble, and the journal Archives of Sexual Behavior finds that younger millennial — born in the 1990s — are more than twice as…