NO, DAMMIT. NO, NO, NO! Dammit!
This is like... an advanced pet peeve for me. No, more of a burning hatred. Inability to have sex is what spawned the survival instinct called THOUGHT. It was the only way physically weak men could compete against physical powerhouses that were their competition. Little did they know it would be the beginning of the first sentient beings on planet Earth. But this... this thing undermines all that. If we could have sex whenever we wanted to, things like ambition could become things of the past! Why bother, the future man thinks, when I've got Andy?
Of course, having found more information (OP, you might want to see if you can find a better link, with pictures of it), I find that Andy is a robot the same way a Furby is. It's a soundbox and a keyboard (in the shape of a hoo-hoo) under a plastic skin. That doesn't change the fact that this is the beginning of the end. Maybe I'm overreacting... we'll see in about 10 years.