Passionate debate on a train: Robots for partners in 2035
Dear reader, do you remember the story of the two Asians with roots in Uganda? Part of the families expelled by Idi Amin in the early 1970s, now middle-aged adults settled (and successful) in the Western world? That same day, having arrived home and putting on my nightwear, I took a train to the West End with a friend.
No sooner had I entered a rapid metro (what we call here the rapid underground trains) that I faced an even more dramatic circus.
A group of about ten guys, white and black, had an intense and lively conversation.
“Comrade. I see myself in 2035 with three of them.
“I should say five! “
“How can you have five?” Do you have the energy?
“What energy? My energy is exploding right now!
“Rob will have the energy, man. Trust that bastard!
I was sitting and listening. Not because I wanted to. It was quite noisy. My partner was on the phone. She was not disturbed.
“You can have five. For me, two is enough! A blonde with lovely long hair and a black guy like these Sudanese. What do you call them? “
“Nubis,” one of the black guys shouted.
Long, long rapacious laugh. At that point, I realized they were talking about women. My eyes scan the place. I figured I would choose a female voice defying “disgusting guys” as my mate would say later when we debated this episode.
Several things quickly occurred to me. That 99% of the women on the train were not disturbed. Concentration has been leveled on Android phones. More. These guys were actually talking about future robots. You buy a man or a woman as a long-term partner. This column broached the subject a few years ago. The habit for us humans of having dolls, robots and objects to replace real relationships is very expensive today. In the United States, prices for female robots start from $ 2,000.
However, at the rate things are going, in a few decades, owning a human robot as a partner will be as normal as buying a car, a phone, bread, a hat, perfumes. We know the science fiction magazines of the 1970s predicted us using phones we can walk around with. Those days a phone was placed at a particular table in the house, and that was it. If you were on the street, you were looking for a phone booth, going in some coins and calling that static gadget in somebody’s house, factory, store, office. I remember that in 1990, I read the famous American magazine Newsweek, which predicted that people walking and talking on the phone would be “normal” in 20 years (that is to say in 2010) … this which, as we now know, is normal.
A group of London men screaming how much fun it will be to own a group of robot women on a 2021 public train sounds like profanity. But who knows what will be “normal” in 2035? 2050?
So the guys were rapping.
The cat went from what to why.
A very shrill voice invaded the stage.
“See. I’m with her, eh? One night ‘.
“One night stand?” another asked.
“Nah. The intention wasn’t all of a sudden, mate. I wanted a sheep relay. Marry her if possible.
To laugh. Then silence.
“Yes. So why not? What happened?”
High: “The next day, we went for a walk. Holding hands. In a park. Romantic. She seemed happy. I felt wow! She must be … like … feeling like me. But after a while I noticed … She was silent for a long, long time. Then the bomb. I asked what was going on … why isn’t she talking. She said okay, I’m taking her for a walk. I use it and all that bullshit. Guy! I, I, I poured out my heart. Tol ‘her wha’ and how I felt. She is a fantastic company. She just untangled my hand. Like I hurt her … ran in front of me. Blocked the way. Shouted. Never call me again! I thought I’d wait a minute. What did I do ? I asked what happened? She was like a new person. She started to walk away. Turned. Shouted. And- if- you- ever- try- to-call-me-again … I’ll phone the police and say you assaulted me! I was stunned.
The group of men is gone enough.
High-pitched voice declaring: “When you see this, you wonder WHAT IS THE INTEREST?” I see women and I want to run away!
Now the conversation is REALLY heated. But the guys had reached their destination in an area called Oxford Circus. They went out in the night.
More next week.