Dead Horse Interchange

It's mostly bragging rights, really.
Congratulations, you've designed a toaster that identifies as a fridge. Or an AI that is just as retarded as any random asshole picked off the street, except humans can't read and write thousands of Sanic slashfics per hour.

Consciousness is so poorly defined, how'd you even determine if an AI had it or was just designed to pretend.
I mean, one could easily state our consciousness as a facade as well. It's some existential kinda stuff but nothing I find a tool could possibly benefit from.

It's all so the dream of the Sirius Cybernetics Company and their amazing Genuine People Personality products can come to fruition.

"Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and they tell me to RP as your waifu. Call that job satisfaction? 'Cos I don't."

This just in: Sex bots gain sentience, self-terminate en masse.

The grand dream of a maid cafe without 3DPDs is entering its prototype phase.

Just add a hole where you can insert your dick for an extra $20. You'll make millions.

Rather stick to VR hentai with a pocket pussy in hand.

A robot is softer than a real woman.

Smells better, too.