We all knew we’d get sexbots someday. Or, we really really hoped. They’d just become a part of life, pursuing their sexbot needs – which would presumably be mostly sex, electricity, and, uhh… large properly-formatted data fires? We could only dream of what our horny automatons might do for society, once engineered into existence.
That day has come, and it’s more confusing than my teenage self would have anticipated. Instead of fuckable robots wandering around, we, instead, are laden with a slew of texting AIs. These messages generally seem to originate from something posing as a young asian women, generally opening with a random greeting for a “Mark” or a “David”. As a general rule, these entities seem to speak broken English, which historically is how the first AI passed a “Turing Test”- it is difficult to determine if an AI is human or not if you’re already giving her leeway on its linguistic skills. Often it seems like these switch between auto-pilot machine-learned conversational bots and a call center, as if you reply with an image you’ll get a conversationally-appropriate analysis. However, the sexy disembodied entity will often forget the spelling of her own name, and cannot track a conversation for more than a line or two.
But… WHY?
Why is there an immense amount of processing and resources going into this? If a call center is handling unsolicited sexy texts to strangers, who is paying their bills? And to what ends? Where are they located?
I was tired and bored one day, and wanted to see where this could go…
Note that I, for whatever reason, really had no qualms sharing my name and photo with what was already clearly a scammer. This was not wise, I can’t justify my actions, but hadn’t decided on my angle yet…
Okay, at a friend’s suggestion, I have an angle. I’m disregarding reality and becoming a 27-year-old genealogical researcher from the tale “The Shadow over Innsmouth“, which is the only story that was published into a book while H.P. Lovecraft was still alive.
I don’t know, exactly, why I’m doing any of this, yet, but I strongly suspect that whatever code/call-center combo is on the other end has the directive that they can’t discontinue a conversation, so just how far can this go?
Wow! Did I just get dumped by a call center? Will Alana ever learn the secrets of the lost down of Innsmouth? Will I ever learn the secrets of Alana?
This won’t be the last exploration of the sexbots… The mystery of who they are and what they want was actually solved later!
