A.I. Beyond The Turing Test; Robotic Love & Erotica “Fire Beneath The Palms” … We’re Doomed Aren’t We?
I’m pretty convinced at this point that iRobot is going to happen for real. That A.I. is here to takeover.
According to The Guardian, the Godfather of A.I., Prof Geoffrey Hinton, who was awarded the Nobel prize in physics for his work in A.I. THIS YEAR, said there was a “10% to 20%” chance that A.I. would lead to human extinction within the next three decades."
That’s too fucking high of a chance.
It’s already replaced countless jobs in retail, customer service, finance, logistics, and IT. The builds continue to get closer and closer to human form and as we’ve seen since the dawn of computers, technology advances exponentially and A.I. will only speed that process up.
Still, we keep making these bots and rewriting algorithms to advance them further and further.
The Turing Test
The test of a machine's ability to exhibit intelligent behavior equivalent to that of a human. If it was original Turing Test, developed in 1949, the machine would be hidden from the human. ChatGPT would no doubt pass with flying colors. I know people who say good morning and goodnight to the app.
Perhaps the new, futuristic test will not be in language, but in all aspects of a human being, in humanity, a la “Ex Machina”.
Here’s where it could get pretty weird.
Combine the following:
The most advanced version of these mechanical robots with the creepy, silicone sex dolls that already exist
The intellectual ability of A.I.
All the romantic resources available to A.I. — movies, shows, books, erotica, social media, podcasts, porn, and everything in between.
We’re talking about Ex Machina X Her
When we’re talking about the Turing Test becoming passable in our very emotional and human world of love & connection, sex & sexuality, you gotta be a little worried about the direction of things.
With A.I. technology advancing exponentially, more human-like robots aren’t as far away as some might think.
And you know we’re going to invest a billion trillion dollars on finding ways to fuck robots.
It’s weird and a little nerving.
Let’s hope whoever is innovating these robots acts semi-responsible and is concerned with more than making dough.
And now here is a heart-pumping, pants-tightening, panty-changing erotica written by ChatGPT.
Fire Beneath the Palms
The plane touched down in Honolulu just as the sun began its slow descent over the Pacific, painting the sky in swirls of gold and crimson. Emily leaned into Jake as they stepped onto the jet bridge, the warm, salty air wrapping around them like a lover’s embrace.
“This already feels different,” she murmured, lacing her fingers through his.
Jake squeezed her hand, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Different. That’s what they needed. The past year had dulled them, routine tightening around their marriage like vines creeping up an old stone wall—still standing, but losing its vibrancy.
Their suite at the beachfront resort was decadent: an open-air lanai, a private plunge pool, and a bed big enough to erase the distance that had settled between them. Emily let her silk sundress slip from her shoulders, leaving only the sheer lace of her lingerie beneath. She felt Jake’s gaze on her, the way his breath hitched, the way hunger stirred behind his dark eyes.
“Come here,” he said, voice low.
She crossed the room slowly, letting him watch. His fingertips skimmed her bare arms, igniting a shiver in the balmy night.
“I’ve missed this,” she admitted, tilting her chin up to meet his lips.
The first kiss was hesitant, a test, a rediscovery. But the second—oh, the second—was a deep, slow claiming. Jake’s hands traced the curve of her waist before sliding lower, gripping her hips with possessive intent. Emily moaned softly as he pressed her back against the cool expanse of the bed, his weight settling over her.
His mouth trailed fire down her throat, over her collarbone, lower still. She arched into him as his lips brushed the swell of her breast, tongue flicking over the lace that barely concealed her tightening peaks. Her hands threaded through his hair, tugging, urging, and he groaned against her skin, the sound sending a thrill straight through her core.
Jake’s hands explored her, peeling away the delicate lace until she was bare beneath him, vulnerable and wanting. His lips found the sensitive spot just below her navel before he moved lower, teasing, tasting, savoring the way she responded to him. Emily gasped, her body arching, heat pooling deep inside her as he took his time, drawing out her pleasure until she was trembling beneath his touch.
When he finally rose above her, his body pressing into hers, she met his gaze—dark, filled with desire. He guided himself into her slowly, their bodies molding together in a way that felt like both reunion and revelation. Every movement was unhurried, deliberate, a reminder of everything they had once been and everything they could still be.
The sound of the waves mingled with their quiet gasps as they moved together, their rhythm building, intensifying. Fingers gripped, lips devoured, hearts pounded in sync. As the crest of pleasure swept over them, Emily cried out his name, her body shuddering beneath him. Jake followed moments later, his release wracking through him as he buried himself deep inside her.
They stayed entwined, the Hawaiian breeze whispering through the open doors, carrying away the last remnants of their distance.
Here, beneath the swaying palms, their fire burned anew.
