Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Frankenstein meets I, Robot

I've got a pitch for a new movie called Prometheus.

We start out with two brilliant scientists in a state-of-the-art military lab, just as their combat drone has failed another simulator test.  One scientist, methodical, with a neatly-cropped beard, goes over the code and calculations, trying to find a mistake.  The other, hyperactive and intuitive, mutters to himself, wondering what is wrong, then comes up with an outside-the-box solution:  what if they could think for themselves?  But the technology is 10 or 15 years away, says the methodical guy...and what of the consequences?

Fast forward 15 years.  Methodical man, 15 years older, now the famous mind behind an act of law limiting robot intelligence, autonomy, and influence on the economy, is running for office.  Meanwhile, Hyperactive/Intuitive has been working in secret, creating a factory that runs itself, with the ability to think, eliminating human error.

Unfortunately, these thinking robots do not feel.  Soon, the sentient factory is building its own robot army, conquering the planet, etc etc, with no regard or sentiment for their creators.  The robot senate approves the creation of sub-Robot, biological drones to perform their menial and dangerous work.

These meat-drones are sufficient for the simplest of tasks, but cannot assemble large structures or dispose of dangerous nuclear wastes without incident.  The robots begin developing drones that can think.

The robots' strength up to this point, their inability to feel, turns into their weakness, as these uncompassionate conquerors do not fear history repeating itself.  The robots are overthrown by their biological, sentient creations.

So I guess this isn't so much Frankenstien meets I, Robot as it is Frankenstein and I, Robot ride the train together for a month, then hook up ten years later on the Missed Connections section of Craigslist, go home together, and decide to watch The Matrix.




Yes, it's a stretch.  Yes, the title is ironic.  Yes, I enjoy making absurd and labyrinthine cultural references.  Why do you ask?

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