Skirting the Uncanny Valley
Skirting the Uncanny Valley I came home to find a beautiful sunset waiting outside on the balcony, and Samantha staring blankly at the barest wall in the flat. She had chewed off half her makeup, I saw little specs of red on her teeth; and though her hair was already shoveled to one side, she continued to run her fingers through it. The bottom dropped out of my stomach. I sat down and stared into that same blank wall. "Did they call you back?" I asked. "She called me back," she...