The group of white coated technicians grouped round the plinth. The leader – his status obvious to any outsider by the fact he had the biggest laminated badge around his neck and that his hands were buried in his pockets – stepped next to the beautifully crafted, if still incomplete example of Hunk 2.0. ‘We’ve allowed for you to examine the inner workings of this beauty before we complete the out-coatings. Feel free to take notes, ask questions.’
His smug smile was as well researched and the product of as many years of experimentation as the humanoid figure next to him. A hand shot up at the back. ‘Does he answer questions yet?’
The leader nodded. ‘Oh yes, he is fully aware, fully sentient.’ As the eager juniors swarmed around the rippling torso and superbly engineered thighs, Creator and Created exchanged a look of satisfaction, possibly, one might have said, of ‘love’. The leader turned back to his flock. ‘Denzil here is the product of the first gender neutral algorithmic design programme in the world. Historically we have found that the male bias has tended to create perfect specimens that are tailored to a male perspective. We have changed that.’
The same hand shot up. The leader noted the earnest female features with some annoyance. Saying someone could ask questions and someone having the temerity actually to ask them were two entirely different propositions. ‘How has that manifested itself? More empathy? A greater caring side? Less aggression?’
The leader looked at his feet. Denzil looked across, for the first time a crease of concern on his previously perfect forehead. ‘Not as such, no. No, it has taken on a somewhat more, erm, physical manifestation.’
The questioner, the leader and Denzil all exchanged looks before Denzil hurriedly pulled back the elastic on his modesty briefs. He screamed and glared at the leader.
The leader held up a hand. ‘We appreciate this wasn’t the expected, or indeed hoped for, outcome.’
The other technicians began to step back as a furious Denzil turned on the leader. He stretched out his sumptuously proportioned fingers and gripped the leader’s throat. The leader flapped helplessly. ‘Denzil, please. You need to take the positives here, have a sense of proportion.’
‘A sense of proportion? I am meant to be the perfect man and you’ve built me without even the smallest doodah.’
‘I know, but let’s face it, it could have been worse.’
‘HOW!?’
‘We could have called you Ken.’
This has been written following May’s picture prompt from Myths Of The Mirror
Ha ha. Lol. I knew after reading the title that this was going to be good. I had no idea where you were going with it until the, um, peek in the briefs. What a riot, Geoff. The ending is a hoot. 🙂 Thanks for playing along. I’m looking forward to sharing. (Still giggling).
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Thanks Diane. I did wonder what he was looking for..
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Ha ha ha. 😀
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Haha, Geoff, you are the end. Sharing.
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Tee hee.. and thanks
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Well… I was not expecting that outcome 🤣
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neither was Denzil…
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Excellent, Geoff. I’m sure there are some in this world who would vote for this solution to gender neutrality
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I believe the UN are to resolve on the continued occupation of the male space by what must be an invasive species of self aggrandising genitalia. A demilitarised zone is one proposal…
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Where do I sign up for the agrandising genitalia?
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I believe you need a genie – rub three times and make a wish; it works every time in English boarding schools….
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Ha ha ah.
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Perfect response to this pic!! Brilliant!!
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Thanks. Took me a while to spot where he was looking and then it became obvious what his concern was… and Linda’s been telling me about gender bias in algorithms so it sort of all come together. Simples!
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simples 🙂
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This seems to have influenced by your visit to the tailor shop for the suit fitting for the upcoming production.
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Me, fixated? Surely not…
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Just saying…
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Oh dear.
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Just a prototype. They’ll iron out the flaws by Hunk 3.0
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Love this Geoff it’s excellent 💜
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A cheeky peek as it were..
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Lol very cleverly done 💜
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Ta!
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Credit where credit is due, or cash will suffice 💜🤪
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LOL! Geoff… Well, the Doodah Man had a long strange trip. I guess now we know why. But “Ken”? Man, you have no shame. Hahahaha!
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I don’t, no. I have always thought Barbie and Ken were closet marsupials so all may not be as it seems.
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Another humorous take on the prompt. I hope Geoff’s story gives you a laugh. Enjoy!
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The poor Hunk 2’s doodah is going to cause some hoohah’s I’m afraid 🙂
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A doodah hoohah is no laughing mattah…
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😊 Well done! I resisted my response at first because it looked too “Sciencefictiony” . lol I should have taken a better look…
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Thanks Jen and best comes to he (or she) who waits..!
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😊 You’re welcome. LOL
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I was hoping someone would notice the guy was looking down his underwear! Nice!
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You and me both
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Well done!
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Thanks Bette!
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Lol I lost it at the “doodah” line!
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Thanks Ethan. I hope you found it again before too long!
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🙂
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Tee hee! Good one 🤗
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Thanks Jessica
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