What is interesting is that the metaphysical "fake" of the protagonist's love as a voice cannot stand the reality of the "flesh" that samantha asks to be substituted into. In Plato's terms, is the difference between idea and reality?
But if it's just a platonic love in the presence of voice, how to maintain and define the uniqueness of love? Sound has no topos, but love must point to the present, at least with a unique appeal. Sure enough, after "she" "learned" (sex) love, she walked out of human selfish love. It seems that abstract presence is still defined by external ethics and physical limitations.
Finally, when samantha and other operating systems are leaving, she says when words fall apart, it is then endless space. When the sound is gone, the space of meaning becomes empty. Or is there a more mysterious and unremarkable spiritual and emotional world?
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