The Steady Intensification of Squick

February 9th, 2009  |  Published in this mortal coil  |  1 Comment

‘Wake up and face yourself, Deckard. You wanted to go to bed with a female type of android – nothing more, nothing less. I felt that way, on one occasion. When I had just started bounty hunting. Don’t let it get you down; you’ll heal. What’s happened is that you’ve got your order reversed. Don’t kill her – or be present when she’s killed – and then feel physically attracted. Do it the other way.’

Rick stared at him. ‘Go to bed with her first –‘

‘– and then kill her,’ Phil Resch said succinctly. His grainy, hardened smile remained.

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

aniston_bot.jpgThere was a very, very brief moment where I thought, “This might be kind of cool.”

Sheer repetition and repeated use of the “gynoid” tag quickly ground that notion out of me and I decided that I was instead seeing the marriage of Photoshop, misogyny and perhaps something I wouldn’t be qualified to diagnose.

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  1. Ed Heil says:

    February 9th, 2009 at 4:46 pm (#)

    The “women revealing themselves to be robots via what would be horrible wounds and mutilation if they happened to real people” theme is creepy. The whole photoset looks like some horrible slasher flick where they took all the bloody bits and made them shiny silver instead.

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