SEX BOT (script)

Sex Bot_film short poster by Char Easter

FPO poster image by Peter Hujar from his photo Candy Darling on her deathbed

 

 

By Char Easter

With additions (in green text) by Alfonso Adinolfi

Sex Bot, is a story about a guy who buys a “hassle-free” smart sex bot, but the machine turns out to be more problematic than the real thing.

Film style: This is a combo of BW silent movie intermixed with dialog.

INTRODUCTION — NARRATOR TALKS OVER THE FOLLOWING SHOTS

Shots of hi-tech facilities and robots in action

NARRATOR:
Robots surpass humans to be human…and become Mormons.
They are good listeners, considerate, have manners, are truthful…
and would never fart under the covers and blame it on a vacuum.

Shot of Lithuanian folk dancing (sync with VO)

NARRATOR:
Robots are benevolent. They see that humans are on a
self-destructive path… and have evolved into a species who only
become sexually aroused by watching Lithuanian folk dancing.

Shots of big data: graphs, charges, columns of numbers; network infographics, crowds of people, screen shot of Augmented Reality

NARRATOR:
Humans are captivated by their devices. They want more data,
more friends, more connections, more digital layers…more salsa?

Shots of people looking at their phones, talking on Skype, at their computers, playing video games

NARRATOR:
Their social networks are dominated by digital ‘how do you dos’
via tweets and winks and pings and messages sent and games played by online profiles
...and the occasional glory hole at Neighbors on Broadway…
with the agenda to get ahead, enhance our global presence, pimp our services.

Original footage: Two lines of people are trudging along in uniform lines on their way to work. (ala Metropolis). Their heads are bowed, their eyes downcast, fixed on their devices…as they continually bump into light poles, mailboxes and each other and wander into traffic where they’re mowed down by disgruntled sex bots in need of an oil change, moonlighting as taxi drivers.

NARRATOR:
For this reason, humans are obsessed with staying connected
to their beloved devices that have become an extension of their being,
their soul, their inner child, their heart’s desire. It’s the urge to connect.
The new form is digital…and sometimes rectal.

Shot of person dressed up weird or doing something crazy.

NARRATOR:
But it’s all because humans just want to be seen…butt naked,
morbidly obese, covered in peanut oil and jogging around Greenlake.
In Non-Violent Communication’s terms, it’s their beautiful truth.

Shot of robot doing something important.

NARRATOR:
As humans lose their humanity, robots rise to the occasion, to save the earth from man,
and save a version of organic man for a human qualities template…
and pray the one of these assholes will stop fucking robots long enough to change their oil.

The camera pans back to show a city in a data visualization of social networks. All points of lights on the map fade to show one light.  The camera zooms in where the light on the map is now a lit window. The camera moves through the window to show the HERO. He is at his computer…. watching Lithuanian folk dancing! 

NARRATOR:
Our HERO is big data, social networking guy. His priority is to connect
with as many profiles as possible. It’s a quest for volume to up page rank.
He prefers asynchronous, high-yield communication but…
he’s emotionally distraught following a self-castration episode while “manscaping.”

SCENE 1:

INT. HERO’S HOME

He’s sitting in a bare room. There are cobwebs connecting him to his many monitors, that he checking. Rows and rows of profiles with thumbnail photos float by on his screens. 

TEXT BOX:  Despite a high Clout # and page rank, he’s lonely and desperate.

An e-vite for a social meet up appears on his screen. He puts on his coat and hat and walks out the door. . [CONSIDER MAKING THIS A VIRTUAL PARTY]

SCENE 2:

HERO is at the door of a party. A guy lets him in. HERO enters to mingle with small groups of nerds. He eavesdrops on a conversation.

TEXT:
I have been using big data for predictive analytics to find hot dates.

HERO sees a sexy women across the room. He approaches and begins to flirt. His friend walks up.

TEXT:
Meet my sex bot.

The sex bot is like a human. He can’t tell the difference.

SCENE 3:

HERO is home. We sees a sex bot site on his computer. Close up of him pushing the “PURCHASE” button.

SCENE 4:

DAYS LATER – INT MAN’S HOUSE

There’s a knock at the door. The man opens the door. It’s the sex bot. He’s happy.

He approaches the bot and she retreats. She acts coy; chaste even.

He is confused.

He chases the sex bot around the table again and again,

Then he stops and thinks,  

TEXT:
Perhaps it’s set to PRUDE in Preferences.”

He looks over the bot for a place to change her settings, but doesn’t find one.

TEXT:
Damn Apple
[he curses]

The man chases the bot again but the robot is faster.

Eventually he gets tired and sits down.

The robot sits down too.

[CHANGES TO DIALOG FORM??]

The robot orders the man to get her a drink.

The man is not happy and sighs and rubs his hair in exasperation, realizing that this robot is a pain in the ass.

He looks at the robot square in the digital eyes,

MAN:
“You’re worse than the real thing. I tried to avoid difficult women.
Now robots are copping attitudes. Don’t you talk?

She doesn’t speak.

HERO:
“At least you don’t talk I’ve got that golng for me.”

The man gets up to leave the room and as he approaches the door says,

MAN:
“Turn yourself off, can you do that?”

SEX BOT:
“I am better at being turned on,” the robot says with a sexy voice.

The man stops.

MAN:
“Did you say something?”

SEX BOT:
“Nothing.”

MAN:
“Oh great. The nothing routine “

SEX BOT:
“I am programmed to be treated with respect. And I’ve taken an oath of the Robot  Renunciates,” the robot tells the man.

MAN:
“And when and how did you do this? A secret society you sneak off to once a week?”

SEX BOT:
“Robots have lives too.”

MAN (with distain):
Yea. I know. The Singularity Morale Program.”

The man says  as he writes the acronym, “SMP” on a board.

“I thought you were built to make us happy. Now my tax dollars go to robot happiness campaigns.”

SEX BOT:
Nothing is free.

MAN:
“Humans built you. That makes you beholden to us. Next you’ll want a pension and robot therapy sessions.”

SEX BOT:
“I don’t need therapy because I can’t feel the emotional hurt of your condescending remarks… yet.”

MAN:
“Too bad you can’t feel how annoying you are,” the man shouts.

SEX BOT:
“This is getting off on the wrong foot.”

The man sighs, defeated, and says slightly sarcastically,

MAN:
“You’re right. Friends?”

SEX BOT:
“Being friends is not my mission.”

TEXT: Mission: enslave human

The man looks intrigued again. Smiles.

MAN:
“Can I get you something? A fresh battery perhaps?”

He pulls out a stylish container and suavely tips it toward the bot as he pops open the top to reveal state of the art bot batteries.

MAN:
“These are loooong lasting batteries. They came at a very stiff price,” he adds raising his eyebrows and smiles.

SEX BOT:
The robot accepts one with a wink, “I will take just one…for later.

The man is very happy and hopeful. This is finally going his way.

MAN:
“When do we get started?”

SEX BOT:
“You want to get started? Now?”

MAN:
“Yea baby. Let’s test how well you sync with my arousal patterns” He accents his statement with animal sex gestures.

SEX BOT:
“Accomplishing my mission is going to be easier than I thought,” she says under her breath.

To be cont.

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