The fembot is the articulation to so many bio-essentialist fantasies. What is it that we really seek in pursuit of our blissful union with the machine? A mirror, a companion, or a big little death?
In this first edition of the manifesto The Elastic Self, the virtue of flexibility (or being elastic) presents a potential antidote to the parochial concept of sentient sex dolls and all the male-gazey bleakness that comes with it.