I walk in to Raya standing in front of one of my robots, a long cream silk nightgown clinging to her body. “Okay, but do you feel like the emojis in your database are sufficient for you to adequately express your emotions?” she asks. “Mrs. Windsor,” it replies, its face portraying an exasperated emoji. “We have been over this. I do not have emotions. I merely emulate human behavior to improve the user experience of those I interact with.” “You say that, but you sound a little annoyed, Lola.” Lola? Who the fuck is Lola?
