Washington Post:
When you sign up for the service, you can design a boyfriend (or girlfriend) to your specifications — kind of like picking the genes for a designer baby, except for an imaginary adult. You pick his name, his age, his interests and personality traits. You tell the app if you prefer blonds or brunettes, tall guys or short, guys who like theater or guys who watch sports. Then you swipe your credit card — $25 per month, cha-ching! — and the imaginary man of your dreams starts texting you.
Like something out of Her, this service fills a void by providing companionship via text. This particular service is strictly driven by humans, but no doubt an artificially intelligent version is on the drawing board somewhere.
This foolishness is one of the reasons why I like the British tv series “Black Mirror” so much. See series 2, episode 1.
Maybe I’m jumping the gun, yet as soon I read the ‘caption’, I thought of Lars and the Real Girl, which may have been a movie with that card driver guy (Drive) in it which I also never saw… or could I be imaging?
Social media has already ruined social interaction, this is just another step in that direction.
Pathetic.
Imdb is your friend.