We Are Not Robots
I’ve always been fascinated with robots. I like to collect images of mid-twentieth century representations of them. Robots are something we’ve both longed for and feared since probably ancient Greece. Human-shaped mechanical “artificers” have been referenced in 3rd Century BC Chinese texts.
As machines become more human-like, people are starting to feel more machine-like. If a robot can do my job, does that make my work robotic? AI is just programmed code though, right? Are we not also programmed by consumerism? There’s advertisements everywhere. Celebrities telling us what to wear, what to eat, how to look. Everything we think and express is based on some language or cultural algorithm.
One of the reasons I never got enhancement implants is because I feel like what separates me from them is my biology. It’s my essence of humanity. I feel a sense of connectivity with other humans. A connection that isn’t based on a Wi-Fi protocol, but … spiritual.
I’m not a religious man by any means. I never bought into that oppressive control scheme. But when I look into the eyes of another human, I just feel a certain kinship. I can’t explain it, and honestly, I don’t need to.
I love robots. I’m just not one.