We really need a drum roll for Eva Wiseman's headline on The Guardian: Sex, love and robots: is this the end of intimacy?
If you are actually threatened by this picture then this article may not be for you.
No, I don't mean whether this object is scary because it's obviously everyone's image of a mother-in-law before she matures into being a fully-developed horror.
If, however, you are threatened by her sexually then you may have a tiny problem. If you're threatened by her as a woman then you may have a huge problem and, thus, Sex, love and robots: is this the end of intimacy?
What kind of bozoparanoidical bimbo is seriously going to think a robot fucks better than she.
Here's a tip on that: it's a fucking robot, a room-temperature machine which is programmed to say repeatedly, "Do me, oh oh, do me, oh oh, etc."
Girl, if you don't fuck better than that, you deserve to be replaced by a machine, fucking or otherwise.
The following is a spoiler for "Ex Machina" and I regard it as one of the best examples of sci-fi explorations of an Artificial Intelligence theme. The next bit will blow the ending so you're advised to bail out now if you have any intention of watching it. Here at the Rockhouse, we strongly recommend you do watch it because we give it a five star rating, considerably higher than Eva Wiseman who does not seem to manage much with organic intelligence.
So, the spoiler ...
No, we're not kidding ...
We are really serious ...
Yah, so if you're threatened as a woman by a robot, "Ex Machina" shows us there is good reason for it. However, the way the movie resolves is Robo Femme tricks a fellow into falling in love with her and then she locks him in a room so she can leave him there to die while she goes off to see the world.
Love, love, love, all you need is love ... and a few transistors.
If you are actually threatened by this picture then this article may not be for you.
No, I don't mean whether this object is scary because it's obviously everyone's image of a mother-in-law before she matures into being a fully-developed horror.
If, however, you are threatened by her sexually then you may have a tiny problem. If you're threatened by her as a woman then you may have a huge problem and, thus, Sex, love and robots: is this the end of intimacy?
What kind of bozoparanoidical bimbo is seriously going to think a robot fucks better than she.
Here's a tip on that: it's a fucking robot, a room-temperature machine which is programmed to say repeatedly, "Do me, oh oh, do me, oh oh, etc."
Girl, if you don't fuck better than that, you deserve to be replaced by a machine, fucking or otherwise.
The following is a spoiler for "Ex Machina" and I regard it as one of the best examples of sci-fi explorations of an Artificial Intelligence theme. The next bit will blow the ending so you're advised to bail out now if you have any intention of watching it. Here at the Rockhouse, we strongly recommend you do watch it because we give it a five star rating, considerably higher than Eva Wiseman who does not seem to manage much with organic intelligence.
So, the spoiler ...
No, we're not kidding ...
We are really serious ...
Yah, so if you're threatened as a woman by a robot, "Ex Machina" shows us there is good reason for it. However, the way the movie resolves is Robo Femme tricks a fellow into falling in love with her and then she locks him in a room so she can leave him there to die while she goes off to see the world.
Love, love, love, all you need is love ... and a few transistors.
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