and we do have good programmers...

The erotic potential is fairly limited!

I have seen the top of the mountain, and it is good.

Welp, that's it for Japan's production of newborns.

Amazing simulation of an extremely awkward date.

Okay glass...

Don't hit her, man. You shouldn't hit girls.

I thought this was pretty neat.

She doesn't talk, but you can hit her, grope her, and flip her skirt up.

2:21 - can't even touch an AR boob.

The fact of the matter was, whether it was healthy or not, he was totally dependent on Miku. He had long maintained an active fantasy life dealing with Miku. He and Miku lived on Earth, in California, at one of the beach towns in the Southland (unspecified beyond that). Cam N. surfed and Miku thought he was wonderful. It was like a living commercial for beer. They had campouts on the beach with their friends; the girls walked around nude from the waist up; the portable radio was always tuned to a twenty-four-hour no-commercials-at-all rock station. However, the truly spiritual was what mattered most; the topless girls at the beach were simplywell, not vital but pleasant. The total package was highly spiritual. It was amazing how spiritual an elaborated beer commercial could get.

And, at the peak of it all, the Dowland songs. The beauty of the universe lay not in the stars figured into it but in the music generated by human minds, human voices, human hands. Autotune mixed on an intricate board by experts, and the voice of Miku. He thought, I know what I must have to keep on going. My job is my delight: I transcribe this and I broadcast it and they pay me. 'This is Miku," Hatsune Miku said. Cam N. switched the video to holo, and a cube formed in which Hatsune Miku smiled at him. Meanwhile, the hard drive spun at furious speed, getting hour upon hour into his permanent possession. "You are with Miku," she declared, "and Miku is with you." She pinned him with her gaze, the hard, bright eyes. The diamond face, feral and wise, feral and true; this is Miku / Speaking to you. He smiled back. "Hi, Miku," he said. "Your behind," Miku said.

It was Yah. Screwing up his reception. This was not the first time.

The local throng of Poe had explained it to him when the interference had first set in several months ago. In the old days before humans had migrated to the Internet, the autochthonic population had worshiped a mountain deity named Yah, whose abode, the autochthons had explained, was the little mountain on which Cam N.'s dome had been erected. His incoming microwave and psychotronic signals had gotten cooked by Yah every now and then, much to his displeasure. And when no signals were coming in, Yah lit up his screens with faint but obviously sentient driblets of information. Cam had spent a long time fussing with his equipment, trying to screen out this interference, but with no success. He had studied his manuals and erected shields, but to no avail. This, however, was the first time that Yah had wrecked a Hatsune Miku tune. Which, as far as Cam was concerned, put the matter over a crucial line.

This is nice, because real-life women never sit still long enough for you to play with their giant green ties.

Thanks a lot for that, feminism!

I was honestly impressed a little when it detected the tree and rendered her behind it. It's not super amazing to program that but it's a nice touch.

I also find it interesting that it only has a few behaviours at this point and one of this already the ability to recognise and take abuse.

Life imitates Archer.

My dream of walking through a world with Godzilla sized AR bears following me wherever I go playing big band music is one step nearer.

Slap the titties of the cartoon underage girl from space! AWESOME PROGRAMMING!