Mr. S finally finds the time to take part in the goings-on of today's meeting in between his busy schedule of playing videogames and social networking, and a good thing, too, because he has something actually useful to add.
"I vote for Jasmine. Exotic, yet commonplace, like all our products. Also, what the heck is the name of this place? I swear, Sudden Retrograde Amnesia Syndrome will get me someday."
Carl sighs.
"Mannkorp, Mr. S. You are in the Mannkorp building and this is the meeting of the Mannkorp board of directors. Still, your suggestion has merit. Jasmine. Much better than Bob."
Mr. G, having finally coped with the lack of military support for this project, rejoins the discussion.
"I'd like to just put in that we could market this towards middle aged bachelors with a few modifications..."
"That's true, but I wouldn't want to be responsible for a rape, nor any crazed sex bot/clones we produce."
"But that's the beautiful thing! Make them 'imprint' on the owner!"
"Can you imagine what the press would think! Here's RubyCo.'s newest model: It imprints on you and never stops asking for sex. Let me handle PR."
"Mannkorp, Mr. S. Mannkorp."
"I must say that I agree with Mr. G, Mr. D. We're not making sex robots. We're making humans that will fuck you if you ask, but that won't ask themselves. Can we move on to other topics, now?"
"It's Mr.S, and I was being sarcastic. What about using that news up-link to fetch recipes? She's a chef, right?"
"Also a reasonable idea. Perhaps the newslink could be made more versatile."
"Hmmm, Jasmine is more of a scent oriented name. How about a food oriented one? Candy? Cupcake? Sugar? Shoot, all I am getting are nicknames for sexbots. Jasmine is fine. ... Jasmine Thyme! Then, if she gets her own cooking show, the catch phrase could be "what time is it? It's Jasmine Thyme!" Mr. O adds, laughing in his characteristically unpleasant manner.
"Hm, Jasmine... I like it. Just think, we copyright the name, and then we can sue Disney for millions... no, billions because of their stupid Aladdin movie! It's perfect!"
"Don't quote me on that, but I think that copyright law doesn't work like that. Also, I think that that's in the public domain already by now. Don't quote me on that, however."
"We could expand into military venues as well. Contract a version of the bots to the military, have them sent into other militaries and seduce the higher in commands. Of course, we sell them to every military, and design the versions we sell them with flaws that ensure they break down after a few years, which keeps them buying!"
"Oh, our engineered people have a lifespan of 12-20 years on average, and they reach maturity in one year these days. Just reminding you about that - we could shorten the lifespan, naturally - it's all a matter of reprogramming the killswitch."
Carl looks down at the notepad again.
"To summarize, we've got here a Jasmine Thyme, a mixture of an archetypal housewife and a factory worker in build and structure, possessing a heightened sense of smell and taste, increased intelligence, good manual dexterity and coordination, reasonably good looks and a talent for smalltalk that is augmented with our primary gimmick this time around, a cranial implant providing access to the news and the net remotely. I think we've got the concept down, unless any of you have objections."