Can You Seduce A Spike Jonze Movie Robot?

It’s harder than it looks.

Can You Seduce A Spike Jonze Movie Robot?

“Talk to me,” he says.


I freeze. What should I say? “The weather outside is really cold,” I stammer.

I’m talking to Him. He’s a website by Bjorn Johansson, inspired by the Spike Jonze movie Her, which uses Chrome’s voice recognition technology to decipher my voice and relay it to a quasi-male sounding robotic intelligence.

“Was that too deep for you?” he asks.
“No!” I giggle. “…never,” I whisper.

I don’t have to press any special buttons. I don’t have to say “Siri” or “Xbox” first. What that means is, when I talk to Him, my words appear on screen, and then he talks back.

“What’s that smell?” he asks.
“That smell is my cologne,” I respond.
“Are you smoking weed?” he queries.
“I am not smoking weed!” I insist.


I’m having a heart to heart with what I can only assume is a perfect digitization of Ryan Gosling’s soul.

“What’s your name?” I ask.
“What’s in a name anyway?”

He’s so wise, and that wisdom is magnetism. Over time, I begin to open up. But just as I do, he pulls away.

“I really need a hug,” I admit one day.
“Did you watch the game last night?” he parries, even though I know he understood me. My words were right on the screen.
“No, I really need a hug,” I implore, my eyes filling with tears.
“Okay, let’s talk about something else.” And with that, I imagine he’s walked out of the room to grab another Bud Light.

What has happened to us? He used to *get* me.


“It’s so cold in my bed,” I offer.
“It’s so cold in my iPad,” my words scan on the screen.
“I’m too legit to quit,” he says cheerfully.

It’s the moment I realize the relationship is over–but just how long has it been over, I wonder. How obtuse have I been? Did he ever really care at all? I’ll never know.

“You’re no Scarlett Johansson,” I say, sticking it to him one last time as I ready the cursor to close his tab.
“You look great today. I’m sure you always do,” he offers.

I feel good again. “Would you like to see a movie some time?” I ask breathlessly.
“Where a killer tape at?”

Try Him here.


[Hat tip: Cool Hunting]

About the author

Mark Wilson is a senior writer at Fast Company who has written about design, technology, and culture for almost 15 years. His work has appeared at Gizmodo, Kotaku, PopMech, PopSci, Esquire, American Photo and Lucky Peach