“I was born in the middle of the big, fat fifties, a decade stuffed with lardy piecrust, Fluffernutters and fear.” And with that brilliant opening line, Terri Favro takes us on a funny, fascinating, deeply felt journey through her generation’s relationships with robots, artificial intelligence and computers.
Favro, who is also the author of the critically acclaimed novel sci-fi novel Sputnik’s Children, is a master at physical description, creating closely observed worlds both real and imagined.
Because I am a child of the 60s, I especially loved her early chapters about her father, a self taught electrician and inventor who worked with the first factory robot, UNIMATE, which inspired him to build robots at home. One of his first inventions was the driverless lawn-mover, an unheard of technical marvel back then, which Favro describes with her usual affectionate wit:
“He started with a simple concept: attach the metal cable to the steering mechanism, jam it in place so that it went in perpetual circles, and let the mower wind itself up until it had cut the equivalent of a UFO crop circle on one side of the lawn, then move the contraption to another side of the lawn and let it cut another huge circle.”
Undeterred, her enterprising father moved onto the idea of underground sensors, a prototype of the way that robotic lawnmowers move today. But as Favro notes, he lacked the equipment to turn his robo-mower into reality, and it eventually ended up in a pond.
Being an aging boomer means I may one day have to think about caretaking, as I get old and possibly lose my marbles. Here Favro shines, as she envisions a world of kindly cyborg caregivers, whose entire existence will focus on caring for geezers in varying states of physical and mental decline.
“They’ll sit with us at meals and encourage us to eat our vegetables,” she writes. They’ll make sure we take our meds, get enough exercise, and don’t get depressed. If we have a bathroom accident or a medical emergency, they’ll summon help. If the kitchen catches fire, they’ll rescue us even if it means sacrificing themselves.
An added bonus? You can custom design your caretaking cyborg, choosing a tall, silver, silent type—“handsome, if you’re into the whole “machine man” thing, and dressing him in your preferred styles.
But could your sexy, caring robot perform … ahem….more intimate services than making sure you make it to the loo on time? You betcha, Favro claims. No pearl-clutching moralist, she takes a clear-eyed look at the many benefits of sex dolls, who in the not so distant future can be programmed to love us, assume various positions with their flexible bodies, and respond appropriately to our moans with pre-programmed pillow talk. As Favro puts pragmatically puts it:
“Robots could be great tools for sex therapists, pitching in to help couples experiencing problems in bed. They could be sex workers. Or they could carry on being an enhanced version of what sex dolls really are—a toy.”
But would you want your great-grand-nephew to marry one? In one of her most imaginative (but chillingly plausible) chapters, “Sex And the Singularity”, Favro envisions a time, in 2050, where human-robot marriages could be legalized. The wedding is performed in a Singularian church, the name coming from a belief “that we are all moving toward a singular event in history when all artificial intelligence merges into a single superintelligence and enlightened humans (i.e., the Singularitarians) upload their consciousness to conjoin with it.” In other words, some humans will opt to download their consciousness into machine bodies, become robots and conceivably live forever.
Experts are still divided as to whether this will actually happen or not. “It isn’t easy to separate the bizarre from the possible.” Favro writes, in summing it all up. But for anyone interested in robots, past, present and future, her book is a captivating, must-read look into our long-awaited World of Tomorrow.