This is a fairly fascinating animation that’s making the rounds: an excerpt from Michael Sullivan’s “Sex Life of Robots.” I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but the video’s not safe for work. Unless the tech guys at your job are itching to see you go, they’re probably not going to tattle, though … they’ll just be into it themselves.

From Dylan Tweney’s slideshow on Wired:

While making an animated war movie featuring armies of battling robots, filmmaker Michael Sullivan began to get a new idea: His film should feature non-stop robot sex.

The Sex Life of Robots centers around a robot baby and his mother scanning their home computer for porn. It shows — in graphic detail — the scenes of robot coitus that pop up on their screen. “It’s supposed to be like a silent robot porno movie from another planet,” Sullivan explains. Despite the subject matter, Sullivan’s creation exhibits a high degree of artistry.

Sullivan’s showing some of these dioramas in Manhattan’s Museum of Sex as well.

Here’s my question: if robots are machines — and dildonic pistons (there are a LOT in that clip) are machines too — can a robot tell the difference between sex with a humanoid robot and a crude sex machine? As humans, we can tell the difference between a partner and a fucking machine (sooo NSFW). Maybe robots can tell the difference, and being emotionless, they just don’t care.

For an even more whimsical take on the genital interface between man and machine, check out the video for Add N to (X)’s “Metal Fingers In My Body.” By now I shouldn’t have to tell you not to do this at work, either.