. . . the only way Questor could locate his creator was through a very, very lovely woman who refused to talk. . . . he had learned that sometimes, the human female will open her mind to a man to whom she has opened other channels of communications. [the audience reacts] In my original script, the android then made love to her -- he was programmed for excellence in many areas [audience laughs] -- and he immediately secured the information.
I was called to a meeting of the executives. [audience laughs] And they minced no words: a robot doing it to a woman was absolutely unacceptable. [audience laughs]
The first thought that popped into my mind was, "Thank God I hadn't written a gay robot; I really would have been in trouble." [audience laughs]
But I carefully explained to these executives that the woman didn't know he was a robot; we would certainly use good taste in what we showed on-screen, but still a great argument ensued, and after a bit, I thought my opponents were showing human jealously, perhaps even a masculine resentment against a mechanical man who could no doubt do anything he wanted, whenever he wanted, probably for as long as he wanted, for that matter [audience laughs], but no, that wasn't it at all. After several hours, I finally realized that our disagreement was much more basic. What they were actually trying to say to me was a version that has been heard so many times on this planet of ours, uh, something that is so old that I couldn't keep from laughing. What they were trying to say was simply, "After all, Gene, how would you like your sister to sleep with a robot?"
I lost the argument. Questor did not get the girl. But I remember driving home that night, I was kind of happy. I was saying, "You know, in your whole writing career, how many times will you get an opportunity to create a whole new area of intolerance?" [audience laughs and applauds]