Sex surrogate, work surrogate, life surrogate...

This weekend we watched the science fiction thriller Surrogates, which takes place when science has advanced to the point where people can sit home all day in plush la-z-boy recliners while living their lives through remote control android twins.

The upside? Everyone is beautiful and acne-free, crime and disease are virtually nonexistent. People seem happy and airbrushed.

This is a Hollywood film, so it has Bruce Willis as a cop, and of course mayhem, chase scenes, and explosions ensue, as the rebel faction tries to restore humanity before the world explodes. The movie is not especially attention worthy. The questions it raises are...

Is a constructed person a real person (that's you, Pamela Anderson)? If everyone can remake themselves, what is real (that's you, Joan Rivers)? If a life is truly lived in the heart and mind, does it matter if the body is real? Is it cheating if your double bangs someone else's double? Is it murder if your double whacks Glenn Beck's double?

If the Surrogates technology become available, I might be tempted to give it a try, if only for a bungee jump and an adventure or two. I want the clone me to be about fifteen pounds lighter with big biceps and a long flowing Fabio-like mane... uh, ok maybe not...