so any attempt to cater to some sort of paternal desire in men is creepy.
It kind of is. Why is this public frenzy over the need to paternalize a video game robot child doll less embarrassing than a cat woman fulfilling maternalistic desires through her personal apartment zoo? The only possible response would be saying that women
only exist to have children, whereas it's a man's
choice to become a father and being a 60-year-old robot dad is actually based. It's cope.
You should not be stroking paternalistic instincts through a video game, especially one with no story where you're just shooting fucking robots on the moon. TWD and TLOU seem to be real narrative driven games with a story that leans on its child characters. They poke at a very real tension of "how do you raise children in a world so bleak" (a very common sentiment), where the reality is you don't have much of a choice and you just have to do the best you can. They're supposed to be real kids that really are alive and that you're protecting.
In the game world of Pragmata, Diana is not a child. She's a robot programmed to behave the way she is. You can crush her skull in a trash compactor and all you've lost is a computerized door opener. If this was a real story on our real moon she would still be a piece of silicon that is creepy as fuck and all her actions would be synthetic because someone literally designed her to act the way she does. In fact, if she was real, she'd be even creepier because you'd know her shitty crayon drawings and wonderment at everything are not real reactions to novel stimuli prompting fascination as with a real child, but rather a predetermined response by some Japanese pedophile who programmed her to behave that way. A real man substituting a real family with Diana in the real world would also be a fucking FREAK.
You could print 100 of her and when they started holding hands and dancing in circles singing "ring around a rosie" you'd know it was some paragraph in her DIANA.md file that made them want to do that. Eventually a real father would get over her crayon drawings because they'd be the exact kind of charmingly shitty drawings each time. Her endless wonderment about total bullshit would grate on you and eventually you'd be staring at her in exhaustion and contempt. She'd smile like she's programmed to do in her creepy perfect child pageant way and you'd think "wow so this is all there is to her". She's never going to grow up, never going to love, never going to go to college, never going to start her own family.
Really, if you sit down and think about it, it's not just creepy that adult men are saying "wow! this makes me want to have kids now!", it's creepy thinking that anyone finds her child pageant design defensible because they actually think this is what fatherhood is. It's a shitty facsimile of fatherhood with no purpose. The entire point of making a family is to prepare your children to make their own family and navigate a shitty bleak world as well as you possibly can. Diana can't do that. When Hugh dies she'll be skipping and singing on the streets of Detroit in a dirty parka and latching on to the next man who finds her crayon drawings charming. Because she's not real, and she's not your daughter, and you're not her father, and she can replace you just like she replaced the moon factory cradle she spawned out of.
The entire cope response to how fucking wholesome they think the game is is a direct response to the wrong people pointing out it's actually really weird and gross.
) BUDDY
