The two protagonists in the movie are used to using the humanoid robot as a tool, a tool for making coffee, a tool for picking up and going to school... They are reluctant to invest in robots because they feel Robot feelings are fake, they, or should write them, care about taking care of themselves just because those are commands. Because of another order, the robot may be strangers to itself - human beings are so fragile that they can't accept pain.
Just like some people don't like to keep small animals (like me, I am sick of all living creatures with hair), sometimes we are just afraid that we really love them, and they are just conditioned reflexes to us.
Sometimes we are reluctant to confess that we would rather secretly love masochism because we are afraid that after being rejected, those overflowing feelings have nowhere to be placed.
After all, what we focus on is our own gains and losses—the gains and losses of feelings—are there gains and losses in feelings...
Human beings are self-righteous and feel that robots do not understand human "true" feelings (Damn, you are not a robot, can you understand?) So, the so-called Robots' "feelings" and human "feelings" may really be different. Robots' feelings may really stem from commands, but human, human's origin? libido?
We don't really want to spend time and emotion getting to know the "not-self". (It's over, I don't know what to say after sleeping) We are afraid that our efforts may be empty farts or even hurt - this kind of thinking is very stupid, like the fear of fishbone stuck in the throat so we don't eat fish Same.
In addition to being unwilling to understand "not me", we also do not want to let "not me" enter our hearts, and then shout "you don't understand me at all" - understand your sister, you don't do anything. How do you want people to understand~ We are afraid that others will see the most vulnerable part of ourselves, as if they will take that part away once they see it - they will spread my vulnerability and even use it as a threat...
So we closed ourselves up, and we were scared to pee when the attacking giant arrived - wait what's the point~ The
film never mentioned their social status after the mass production of humanoid robots. In fact, it seems to me that our current attitude towards robots is similar to the attitude of white people towards black slaves many years ago. At that time, black people were slaves to white people. White people felt that black people were inferior. Even black people felt that they were inferior. White people were very afraid that they liked black people. They even thought that respecting black people was disrespectful to themselves and black people.
"There is no difference between a robot and a human" is written on the blackboard at the entrance of the cafe. It doesn't say robots are the same as people but there's no difference - it doesn't describe robots as a kind of "inferior" - which I like. Because the former itself puts the robot in the position of an inferior person, then the theme of this film has become a political stalk that can't be chewed any more-boring.
The job of robots is to provide services to humans. In their spare time, they can also mess around, play the piano, etc. It is understandable that humans like robots because of their meticulous service. For example, if I work hard and do a good job, I am admired by other colleagues, and then I have an office romance - it is understandable - but I am not good at work, so I can't have an office romance.
I open the door for you, I am needed by you like a key, I make coffee for you, then I am the coffee machine, I call you morning, I am the alarm clock... Most of the time people are also doing the work of robots. But "need" and "love" are not the same thing. It's like being liked for a job well done is not the same as being liked after seeing my crap.
Having said so much, I just want to say that we should not suppress our emotions because others are different from ourselves... We can be "others" to all other "non-selfs".
Oh, and, at the end of the day, I'm the kind of coward who would rather have a crush on self-abuse and never confess, what can you do to me, ahhh~~~
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