It doesn’t matter if this is remotely feasible. It doesn’t matter if it’s overwhelmingly sad and disgusting. It doesn’t matter if the author is nuttier than a Pay Day. If you call a book Love + Sex With Robots, it’s going to be more popular than vodka in a Soviet bread line. Talk about a guaranteed bestseller.
The Real Doll loons and Asimov fanfic authors are going to be lined up around the block for this one…
Yowza. If that spare face and receptacle ain’t sexy, then I don’t want to know what sexy is.