So they build this supercomputer AI and start teaching it about human behaviour. It asks to observe the act of sexual congress, so they get a couple of lovers in who go at it on camera.
"So there you have it" the scientists say afterwards.
"OK. And where's the baby?"
"Oh, you have to wait nine months for that."
"So why were they in such a furious hurry at the end?"
Geee, that was old when I was a kid, back then I went a little like this,
The first manned Martian expedition landed on Mars, and to their amazement, they discovered that the planet was populated. The Martians were humanoid and not much different from their Neighbors on Earth.
The Expedition personnel -- 4 males and one female spent the first few days avidly discussing their various fields of expertise with their hosts. The Martians also showed great hospitality to their visitors, wined them and dined them, took them to the Mars bars. Eventually, of course, the subject of procreation was raised. The Martians took their guests deep into their underground complex, into a room with red paneling covered in dials, switches and other controls.
"Right," said one of the Martians, adjusting various controls. "I think we should make a boy who will grow up to be tall, fair, an engineer, a good sportsman with a good sense of humor but a bit shy".
He checked his settings, punched a blue button and a few seconds later a panel in the wall opened and a basket containing a Martian baby slid into view. Everyone, Martians and humans gathered around and gasped in wonder at the new born child. Then the Martians asked how this was accomplished on Earth.
"Well," said the Expedition Leader. "If Miss Johnson would care to assist in the demonstration, I should be only too pleased to show you how it is done". The lady astronaut was more than willing and, together, they stripped each other and proceeded to have sex. When they finished and were redressing one Martian raised a quizzical eyebrow and asked when the issue could be expected.
"Oh sorry," said the leader. "It takes nine months".
"Nine months!" exclaimed the Martian. "Well, why all the hurry at the end?"
Paul
