MY CIRCUITS ARE UNOFFENDED

THE CREATION OF THE HUMANOIDS, d. Wesley E. Barry (1962)

Set in a post-apocalyptic dystopia where 92% of the population have been killed and most of the survivors are sterile, in The Creation Of The Humanoids robots have become essential to human survival, and with technological advances they have evolved into ever more sophisticated androids. Realising that people proper are on the way out, the robots make their play, and start to replace the recently dead with machine replicas, transferring the deceased person's memories and personality into an indestructible metal shell. 

This film might sound like and, to be frank, look like trash, but it is, however, a remarkably thoughtful film, and an extremely verbose one, full of speeches about what it means to be human, what it means to be a robot, and what the real difference actually is. For all its bald wigs and silver contacts, false perspective sets and somewhat wooden acting, this is proper sci fi, a film of ideas and concepts, all of which are debated in quite exhaustive detail. Seek it out of you can, if only for this delightful exchange between a humanoid man who looks like a robot, and a lady robot who, until a moment ago, thought she was human.