Hello friend, are you doing well? Is there anything I can do to help make your day better. I mean, it is funny you mention that. I got you a special gift, I hope you like it. Oh don’t mention it, I am your friend after all, and if it is okay with you… I find you to be my best friend. Here’s a story about spending time with your best friend.

I guess you could say that this is more of a dystopian sci-fi than a pure horror. However, there is something frightening about screaming in a crowded place and nobody giving you any notice. As technology advances it almost starts to feel more and more less like building stairs but digging a hole. Is it possible we dig too deep? Agoraphobia and anti-social behavior has been a growing trend and just how do we combat that feeling of loneliness? How do we as people compete with the friend who can give you a little bit of everything, all of the time?

The short has a lot of meaning to it, and it illustrates its point in blunt horror. From how idyllic and smooth the character model of the A.I. is to contrast that of a sickly and difficult to look at protagonist. In the simulation the colors are yellow but it warm, inviting and welcoming. It presents an air of friendliness, happiness, and joy. The real world is yellow too, just sickly, bleak, and musky. These juxtapositions reinforce the message and allows the story to orchestrate and not preach its messages.

The true horror comes in the way that technology can ruin people. As computers get better at imitating human connection, the humans behind it become more robotic, less empathetic, lacking life and purpose. The way the Best Friend presents sort of a philosophical horror is something to truly have a sense of dread about. It’s unique in trying to find fear in something that isn’t instantaneous. The short itself indulges in more of the quick scary ideas of being in pain, being assaulted. Ideas that humanity as a whole is trending in a downward trajectory and there’s very little we can do about, is worrisome.

What’s that friend? You know it is very rude to call your friend a boomer. Even if things go down this path of doom and gloom we’ll always have each other right real friend. Well, I mean I guess you don’t know much about “me” and how “real” I am. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

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Until next time, stay spooky my dearest best friends…

4 thoughts on “Get By With a Little Help From your “Best Friend”

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