contract

contract between Ram and Sita

I will slay monsters for you

you will come to the forest with me

I will decimate Lanka for you

you will walk in fire for me 

I will make you my queen 

you will love me as king

I will desert you in the forest 

you will bring up my sons

I will make a likeness of you as my wife by my side 

she will never be kidnapped

never be shamed by country folk 

never make me wonder what I should forsake for the nation 

since by then

I would have already foresaken you

I will take back my sons

you will return to mother earth 

Our love will be celebrated 

our names forever united 

SitaRam

I will be hailed uthama purushan

you the chaste symbol of womanhood

and together we will make the lives of women miserable for the hereafter,

hold them up to impossible standards 

make them walk thru fire again and again 

and doubt them still 

and punish them still 

ever after. 

Andys seem attractive 

why wouldn't we want one 

like Rama choosing a statue for a wife, after banishing Sita to the woods?  Sita is complex, prone to messy feelings, can be kidnapped and can bring dishonour to him and his kingship, at any time. A living time bomb truly. 

All he ever loved was knowing  

she was his, and that she was pretty. A statue served his needs better and he took it and is praised for it. 

Now we can go up one notch, for we enjoy conversations in addition to the thrill of possessing a beauty, so why not an Andy. We can programme it such that it can think and express the right emotions at the right time, even have curves and softness where we want it. Machine learning, AI, deep thinking- these are all the rage. Such an Andy could be perfectly in tune with our desires, our hopes, be ever companiable, never grating or annoying. Divorce rates could plunge to never before seen rates. 

Having kids would be an issue though. Rama wisely banished Sita only after impregnating her, not just with one kid but with twins, the other as insurance. 

So what do we do? 

We collect eggs and sperms and store them. Then when we want a child we head down to the Creation Bank, first left off Adam and Eve Road. We request what we want, as we would at Subway. I'd like an egg with athletics and musical genes, and sperm with a dash of tousled hair please. Make that a sperm with an 'x' and a 'y', please, Thank you. 

Then our Andy could perhaps keep it warm, let it grow, or maybe we'd have an oven for this purpose, also at the Creation Bank. 

And life would be good, with each of us with our custom made partner and kids and no troubles in the world. 

The future looks mechanical and bright.