There are days it would be better to be a robot.
Like today, or rather the last three days. A titanium digestive system with a schedule of required nutrients to maintain functions would make this whole eating thing a lot simpler and less distracting. No more random purges, nausea, perpetual ache. Certainly no more cinematic diarrhea. Scheduled work hours would not be missed. Mornings could pass in peaceful sleep-mode, instead of bent one way or t'other over the toilet. No more obnoxious, circular discussions about where to eat, or the annoying grumblings of an empty stomach during bouts of creativity.
Oh, but the robotic benefit does not stop at gastrointestinal issues. Consider the improvements of no longer suffering from the sieve-like qualities of poor short-term memory, or buffering the integrity of long-term memories, effective sorting and recall, even quarantining bad memories. And let us not forget the casual improvements of augmented hearing and vision, all of which are suffering in the current state of being made of meat.
Emotional reasoning and balance are no long an issue when one is a robot. Observations are made, noted, stored, appreciated at proper intervals, but associated emotions clinging tertiary to information retrieval and analysis are swept away. There is no guilt or shame in not having an emotional reaction to unsettling events.
Today is a good day to be a robot. I wouldn't be sick. I wouldn't be sad. And I wouldn't mind that the news about the horrible shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School isn't rocking me to my core or setting me to weeping or raging. Because I would be a robot. And I wouldn't feel a thing about not feeling a thing.
