Tonight I watched a movie about a human man who rescues and then falls in love with a robot woman. Now, I’ve seen this movie at least six times. Is it possible for a man and a machine to fall in love? Could there be something more than perfunctory appreciation for life-like functions? I’m still not sure.
This might be the strangest coincidence, but here I am, alone in my bed in Los Angeles. A faint light glows at the back of my television, trickle down the walls with its eerie hues and brief flashes of radiance. When I take two sleeping pills, I hope that sleep will descend upon me quickly. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll escape with my faithful dog for a romp in the park.
My heart aches for a woman living in Israel—she must have experienced such fear and terror. All I can do is wish and pray for her safety.
Maybe a woman and a machine will never really be able to fall in love. But, in a way, I’m sure I can relate. After all, my mind wanders in places I can’t comprehend, my emotions take the reins of my actions, and my heart has been broken many times before. Is that not love, too?
In the end, I’m just a man, just like the one in the movie. He may have been a little bit brighter than me, being able to express his love to a machine, but I guess that’s the beauty of films. Everything can happen.
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