With All Due Respect to Mr. Bender B. Rodriguez

I've been reading about this guy for a few days now. I'm not sure how I feel about it. Don't get me wrong, I love robots. Maybe a little too much. I love the idea of perfect logic unclouded by the human trappings of emotions, or that pesky free will. I love the dedication to perfecting a specific task. I love that Asimov created the laws for robots long before they were needed, or possibly just when they were needed.

1. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
2. A robot must obey orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
3. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

Simple and effective. Why don't people work like that?
(In the short story "Evidence" Asimov puts it this way: "if such an individual obeys the Laws, he may be a robot or simply a very good man.")

But when you factor in a robot designed to respond to cuddling and touching in a positive way, does that open the door to more sinister things? I'm not talking about electric gonorrhea, the noisy killer. More like, a robot that grows attached to people, develops a preference to certain human touches and an aversion to others. Learns to seek companionship but only of certain sorts. How does that play out? A negative reaction to some people? A too-enthusiastic reaction to others? Could the robot develop attachment to a single person, and therefore possibly suffer if that attachment is broken? And then crush someone with their giant metal claws?

Doesn't that all defeat the purpose of being a robot? (except the metal claws part, that's 100% awesome robot)

If my fantasies of not having feelings and being totally logical and rational in all events in my life are to stay strong, scientists can't be doing this to me. I need cold, unfeeling, task oriented mechanical men in my life to look up to. Data, ASIMO, Roombas and the like. Sure, they can play soccer with me and vacuum my floor, but I don't want one that needs a hugs. Maybe one that just needs an oil change and some searing-hot resin every so often.