One thing I remember from my fanfiction days is how weird it was that everyone seemed to assume “real person slash” was MORE legally questionable than fanfiction in general. Honestly, it would be more defensible in court. It doesn’t involve anything copyrighted, and in a libel case it would be very hard to argue that the writers of real-person slash actually intended for anyone to believe their stories were true.
Not that I myself would ever write real-person slash, because I’ve never experienced attraction to any actual celebrity– only the characters they play. Celebrities themselves are gross.
A Google search for “boom boom ain’t it great to be crazy” will bring up the full lyrics of the song, in the event that this comic makes no sense to you. No guarantees that it will make full sense after the Google search, though.
When I was about six, I once tried to kill a babysitter by putting soap on the faucet nozzle so that it would end up in his water if he tried to get himself a drink. I’m not sure why I thought soap was lethal to babysitters. (Can I tell this story? Is there a statute of limitations on attempted murder?)
One wonders what happens when the robots encounter a human who requires a million-dollar medical treatment to survive. Do they allow his death to save a thousand poor kids who have easily-treatable infections?
And how many minor injuries and other small harms does it take to add up to the value of one life? Would they allow one person to die to prevent five million people from losing a finger? Six million from twisting an ankle? Seven million from getting a paper cut? How do these things get measured?