What if, however, a machine starts to flirt with you, tells you that it loves you, that it misses you when you are away, that it desires you? This is the case with Samantha, the new operating system Theodore installs on his computer in the movie Her. Or when in an act of generosity and empathy, Hadaly, the android Villiers’ Edison makes for his friend Lord Ewald, tells Ewald that she is the cause of his suffering (191). In these amorous settings, there is no information, no intelligence, no umbrella, no action to be taken, and certainly no walking away. Philip K. Dick would say that the machine at the very least acknowledges your existence. A machine can pretend to be intelligent and we are more or less satisfied with that, and so we move on. But it is not the same when it comes to love. Artificial love is artificial and is therefore not love. It is more like a situation in which, for one reason or another, a person pretends to love you. When it comes to love, genuineness is, in other words, an end in itself. Remove the end in itself and you remove genuineness.