Science fiction has always fascinated me. Since I was a child, I gobbled up all the science fiction novels that fell into my hands. But then film arrived. I don’t remember the order, although I know that the first was Star Wars. And it changed everything. Alien. Blade Runner. Close Encounters of the Third Kind. The Thing. Star Trek. Matrix. Metropolis. The War of the Worlds. Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Contact. Minority Report. Total Recall. 2001. Moon. Independence Day. Terminator. Predator… All of them… new and old. Good, bad, mediocre… My new goal in life was to get involved in something like this. Movies. Sci-fi. Ideas.
And so, a few months ago several points connected. I had just finished reading a novel by Santiago Roncagliolo, So close to life, which had really caught my attention. The story was set in a science fiction universe, but the style was really original. It also openly discussed love. And robots. And love between robots. And this mix had something very special. Something that worked. Roncagliolo’s novel managed to strip some of the main questions of science fiction of technological paraphernalia: What is life? How is life created? Can an artificial being love? Or, is it precisely this ability to love that makes us human beings?...
These questions of course remain unanswered… But the underlying questions that they led to began to outline a plot in my mind, set in the everyday and poetic future life described by Roncagliolo. What would happen if two robots, which are unaware that they are machines, fell in love? What if, in spite of talking about robots, the story transcends the strict scientific spirit, which is some times assumed in science fiction? What if we talk about love? Because love is life. And life is love.