My Conscience Speaks too Loud

Again I consciously decided to dedicate two to three hours of my existence to being useless, and as always, I enjoyed myself thoroughly, but what brings me here is something else.

“Her” is the title of perhaps, in my humble opinion, one of the greatest pieces of artwork I’ve had the priviledge to comtemplate in motion. A brilliant concept, loud but silent enough for me to absorb its message and entertaining enough to play on the movie screens without being passed as “boring” or “nerdy”.

The idea of introducing artificial intellience in human life, and in so doing, shrinking human interaction to texts and commands, these are things that are tossed and thrown throughout the film.

The main character falls in love with this “woman”, this voice, this programmed system that is wired to absorb the character’s characteristics, wants, fears… at some point, this “woman” sighed, and the character reminded “her” that she needn’t sigh, as she wasn’t human, and sighing is something human beings do. [insert astonished emoticon here]

The operating system began to feel, to feel her feelings and to embrace being annoyed. To wish “it” had a body, which, to me, begged the question, how important is having a body? A physical realm in which we can manifest ourselves. Were we to be nothing but voices, consciences afloat in a universe of thoughts, would we be fulfilled? Would we even know better?

Still, despite the film, the nice-looking guy, the popcorn, a thought stuck with me: my conscience, does it speak? Were it to speak, literally, to me, how would I feel about it? Would it have a male voice? Would my conscience be a friend? Or na enemy, always challenging my actions?

There is a lot more I could write on this topic, but my conscience is reluctant. It keeps banging against my frontal lobes, it keeps telling me to concentrate on my assignment instead, and yet, here I am, marvelling at the thoughts that are being thought by my brain. (and trying to, as quickly and as desperately as I can, to hammer them in words so as to update this blog)

And with this I’m gone.



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