Within the past few weeks, I’ve developed an odd quirk. Every time I’m alone, and especially when I’m facing a mirror, I begin moving… carefully. One smooth motion at a time, perhaps ending with a stutter as if gears are locking into place. Mostly I look like an idiot, but every once in a while I think I nail it and–for a brief moment–I unsettle myself. I pass into the Uncanny Valley.
Ever since we first began trying to make lifeless things look human, we’ve been trying to do the opposite–to climb out the other side of that hole wherein [...]