Doing insult comedy for a living had always been dicey. When Jake began in comedy, he had to deal with political correctness bullshit, and now, thirty-five years later, he’s dealing with the reality of sentient level androids sitting in the audience. They say they’re trying to assimilate, but because of deregulation, and autonomous learning, a lot of these androids have a superiority complex and view the 'Laws of Robotics’ as optional.
As the MC warmed the crowd, Jake stood backstage. Above him, a shadow-drone spotlight hovered several feet above his head. In the background, a floor-to-ceiling hologram of his 2030 tour poster ‘Go F**k Yourself’ filled the space. Checking his wrist monitor, his vitals, were their normal high. Physical fitness had never been Jake’s …show more content…
A confident Jake strutted from one side of the stage to the other and did twenty minutes of insults on the human condition.
Feeling invincible, Jake asked, “With a show of hands, how many cyborgs are here?” Over half the audience raised their hands. Some waving their CereBio prosthetics, others shouted out their various bionic internal organs. Jake raised his hand, “Hell yeah! Contrary to popular belief, I do have a heart — it’s a bionic one and it’s amazing. When things turn to shit, we slap on new body parts. We’re hi-tech versions of ‘Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head'.” His comedy set couldn’t have gone better — until this joke — “Listen up, did you know that androids family tree, trace back to an illicit schtupping between a Furby and a Roomba.” Big laughs again, but a lot of booing and jeering from androids. Jake hated boos. Instead of moving on, he made a big mistake. “Looks like some of you forgot to switch on your 'sense of humor' emulators, not mentioning names, but...” Holding his hand to the side of his mouth, he whispered, “A-N-D-R-O-I-D-S.” More laughs, a lot of murmuring, but the boos were