I’ve been thinking a lot about artificial intelligence lately. Since it seems these days we don’t think of it as much of a case of ‘can’, but ‘when’, it’s important to review the media which depicts this probable future, if only to see what kind of expectations we have for this age in technology.

Most of the movies i can think of that propose artificial intelligence presupposes that the ‘brain’ would be housed in a thing that looks exactly like us, and not in a desktop tower, which is far more likely. Movies like ex machina and AI, tv shows like the british ‘humans’, all pair artificial intelligence with the trappings of a human body. Part of the reason for this is of course that there are more human actors in Hollywood than robotic ones, but it still goes to show what we expect, and that we might take anything else far less seriously. And i think that’s something we should address. Maybe future AI would see this as a form of racism…..

One thing that I’ve noticed about how we see artificial life, is that we expect to pork it. There’s a percentage of the population that eagerly awaits robots to not only look like us, but to be anatomically correct, subservient sex toys. Not most people, but it’s still disturbing that some of our finest minds in the field of robotics are no doubt toiling in labs, waiting for a eureka moment to occur, and realize this dream. No judgments from me, but since even our best attempts at ‘real dolls’ still look like surprised corpses, I don’t think we’re at the precipice of a breakthrough in this field.

I think it’s fair to say we don’t all look at artificial life as broadly as we could, seeing as how much of the media we produce seems to imply the height of the achievement would be to reproduce, or at least mimic sexuality. Not humour, or empathy, or even real love and hate, but possibly the least complex aspect of us. And what does that say about how we see humanity?

A movie to check out, but not necessarily a recommendation — Cherry 2000 (1987)

Icherry2000n the far off year of 2017, some sort of tragedy has befallen the world, leaving cities full of soulless corporate drones, and everything outside the cities as lawless deserts. maybe trump won in 2016? who knows. Prophecies of fun times yet to come.

In this brave new world, sex is a commodity haggled for by lawyers in clubs, but some find this arrangement tedious and have forgone the impersonal personal touch, and have semi intelligent robots to fulfill the need for intimacy. Come to think of it, switch some nouns in there with ‘online dating’ and ‘porn’ and we’re already there.

The basic plot is as follows. A guy gets his sex robot wet (no, seriously, dishwater) and it short circuits. So, instead of launching a lawsuit against whoever made a robot less resistant than an iphone to water damage (cause why would a sex robot come in contact with fluid?) he takes out her brain chip, and embarks on a campaign into some forbidden zone, to hunt down a replacement body.

Playing opposite the sexbot, before she became an artificial lifeform in her own right, is Melanie Griffith, which is kind of a weird choice of casting when you’re trying to display the ineffable beauty of human on human connection. Griffith recently played a sexbot herself, in Automata. but her corporeal self was also shed in this case, as they used just her voice for a fully cg’d clunky robot. an odd decision for an odd movie. Again, not a recommendation.

Naming her cherry, being slang for pristine, had to be intentional. But now that i think of it, she was hardly ‘mint in box’. Salvaging the brain of a robot, which was without a doubt, the most useless aspect of her, and putting everything on the line to swap out a body with one that’s the exactly the same, all to preserve a banal personality seems ridiculous. There’s a joke about Hugh Hefner’s marriages in there somewhere, but damned if i can find it. Little help?