Really? This is a thing?
What is this strange future we live in? How would I describe this to somebody I didn't know?
"It's like a kind of pop-star Westworld slutbot C3PO reality show pepper-spray that you can pay $33 for the privilege of owning?". I'm clearly too old to grok this...and I'm very happy this was behind glass. I'm pretty sure it winked at me and threatened to bite us in the face and genitals. We ran from the building, tripped over the homeless and apologized and encouraged them to run for their lives. Once they finished swearing and laughing at us in guttertalk it became clear that the sentient head of our dim future fembot overlord spy camera pain nightmare had already manifested. Her name was Pink or Nicki or something and she had a tight bright fluorescent wig on her gold replica head and blue vector boobs.
Can we save ourselves? Can we ruin those allowing it to manifest? Can we hurt it through mutation and error?