Enter the bizarre world of sexrobots, frozen heads, and Bedlam. Doctor Ry Shelley, boy as well as girl, delivers body parts to Victor Stein, who researches robotics. They fall in love, but Victor is messing with life that shouldn't be messed with according to Ry. The intertwining with the original Frankenstein story and Mary Shelley's urge to find a place in a man's world is brilliant. And some characters made me laugh out loud lots of times.
And with the boy-bots it's a question of scale as much as anything. Female bots are petite - even the Swedes like 'em petite - but if you build a boy-bot small it's a turn-off, like fucking your son, and women don't get off on that, not many of 'em anyway. Women want a hunk, but if you make your bot hunky, women can't lug him around. And in a small apartment, when he's not in use, so to speak, he's in the way - y'know? I mean, he can't go out for a beer when you want some personal space. Plus women tend to drive smaller cars, and she doesn't want to draw attention to herself trying to squash some Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson into her Renault Twingo.