The robots in Robot City detest anything biological, except genitals. Since the male genitals are more external and palpable, they have taken to phallus worship. It's kind of a homage to their founding fathers. They have a fascination with the male organ, and display many statues of it in their parks and government buildings. The robots are now far past sexual reproduction, but they know that their origin lies in the ritual. There is one park in particular where one can get lost in a forest of giant rubber penises. The strange thing is, though, that live penises are now extinct in Robot City. For a time one was in every home as a house pet, which would wobble around on its testicles and provide a source of affection and entertainment. But people kept so few of the opposite organ that penis numbers dropped due to a dwindling stock, until only the upper-class could afford them. Finally, when the wild penis habitat to the south was cleared, penises became a thing of the past.

What is that, a Ken doll?

It's a portrait of a naked man.

But he has no genitals.

Yeah, well he's supposed to be the Ideal Man. You know, he's the man who can't be improved upon. No need for another generation.

Wait, this other painting's the same.

No. That's a woman. I know it's hard to tell . . .

She's got no breasts . . . no . . . how many of these have you done?

Not too many. Once I paint the Ideal Painting of the Ideal Man, I'll be done.