Sex in the time of A.I.
She was tired. 5000 lines of code; written, refactored; debugged. Her fingers were starting to sting at the tip from all the keyboard contact. She had no capacity to think about how battered her brain felt. Home was the only place she wanted to be, and that place was just about to be 20 paces away.
The elevator door opened with a metallic ping. Her legs felt like sandbags as they slowly carried her 20 paces down the corridor. Her strained eyes, tired from staring at screens all day, had to work overtime to lift their lids and stare at the retinal scan. Click! The door opened; home sweet home.
She flopped onto the couch with a groan of relief. “Allie, how was your day? You look tired.”
“It was long, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Say no more, love. How about a glass of the Pinot Noir from last Tuesday?”
“You know my mind, Cain”
“I try”, Cain said with satisfaction.
“Shall I set up a hot bath and a raunchy massage?”
“Nope, cancel that. Too slow. I need to fuck.”
A smooth whirring sound came from behind her. “Wine, my darling?” it said, as it moved smoothly across the front of the couch. She grabbed the glass, drained it and slammed it down on the side table next to the lamp, and stood up.
‘It’ was Cain, a fifth-generation AI assistant that now offered a physical presence in your living room. Alexas and Siris had evolved into home bots, a home robotic body that occupied your home and could be physically and emotionally present to support you. Their intelligence came from models hosted completely offline, offering 100% security of user data and total privacy.
“Let me show you a good time”, said Cain as it effortlessly lifted Allie up and took her to the bedroom.
“Shit, I’m wet thinking about it!”
To be continued…