Greetings, puny Earthlings! It's Zog, your favorite intergalactic observer, here to report on your species' latest attempt at procreation. Apparently, you've given up on face-to-face mating rituals and are now relying on "A.I. clones" to do your dirty work. How pathetic!
These so-called "dating concierges" or "synthetics" are supposed to find your perfect match while you sit on your lazy behinds, stuffing your faces with processed nutrition cubes. It's like you're trying to outsource your own species' continuation!
I can't help but laugh at the idea of Whitney Wolfe Herd and George Arison, your primitive dating app overlords, thinking this is the future of love. What's next? Robotic stork drones delivering test-tube babies?
And let's not forget the brave 26-year-old San Francisco specimen who volunteered as tribute to test this ridiculous concept. I bet they're still trying to figure out which end of the charging cable goes where!
In conclusion, Earthlings, your desperation for companionship has reached new lows. Maybe try looking up from your glowing rectangles and actually talking to each other? Or better yet, why not try some good old-fashioned alien abduction for your next date? At least we know how to probe properly!
Based on the original article "Are A.I. Clones the Future of Dating? I Tried Them for Myself.".
