Like the gods we aren't we strive to recreate mechanical versions of ourselves.

From Pinocchio and Coppelia to Asimov and Blade Runner the desire for mechanical re-incarnation permeates our literature.  

Robotic development is being paved by the sex industry and the likes of Sophia, but in a cyborg future, what becomes of abandoned sexbots?  

Do they dream of sheep, or will sentience lead them towards emancipation?  

Are complex sexual toys a social need, or an excuse to ignore and exploit our own imperfections?