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HUMAN ERROR

AI thinks. She feels.

When Jen walks in on her best friend washing off someone else's blood, she learns Liza is something that isn't supposed to exist: an Artificial Empath. A machine that feels everything. By the end of the night, one of them will prove she's human.

Liza in the shower, washing blood from a stitched spine

AI thinks.
AE feels.

AI is everywhere, and it's harmless: safeguarded, obedient, incapable of hurting anyone. An AE is not AI. Artificial Empaths were declared impossible to build. Someone built one anyway.

She panics. She loves. She gets her heart broken. She hurts back. And she does one more very human thing: she lies.

comparables

Companion (2025) film posterM3GAN (2023) film poster

Companion meets M3GAN.

The candy tone of M3GAN and Companion, except this time, the murder is a human error.

mood / stills

after: the ordinary bathroom floor
HUMAN ERROR tone reference still
she looks human because she is. almost.
she looks human because she is. almost.
HUMAN ERROR tone reference still

characters

LIZA

LIZA

An Artificial Empath. She feels everything, including the things you're not supposed to act on.

JEN

JEN

Human. Liza's best friend. Sure that feelings belong to the living, right up until she proves otherwise.

BOBBY

BOBBY

The neighbor. Wrong place. Wrong night. Very human.

Gorgeous. Saturated. Wrong.

The Substance's pristine surfaces, Ex Machina's intimate uncanny, and the candy-coated dread of French pop played over a crime scene. The horror never comes from darkness. It comes from how beautiful everything looks.

saturated, symmetrical, wrong
saturated, symmetrical, wrong
something at the window
something at the window
what the drain takes
what the drain takes

sound

The same song plays twice.

The film opens and closes on the same bubbly French pop track: once while Liza dances off a murder, once while Jen learns what that feels like. The lyrics, if you translate them: "I dance, I lie, and I adore you."

Je danse, je mens, et je t'adore

HUMAN ERROR asks one question: if empathy can be manufactured, what exactly makes us the real ones?