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The future of love has been fodder for auteurs from Buster Keaton to Steven Spielberg. And why not? Most folks love a love story, and even more folks love robots. Still, the mishmash isn’t foolproof: For every Metropolis or Sleeper, there’s also an A.I.: Artificial Intelligence or S1m0ne, whose unintended lesson is that technology is evil and must be destroyed—starting with the technology that produced A.I.: Artificial Intelligence and S1m0ne. Robot Stories, writer-director Greg Pak’s first feature film, falls into the middle of the pack of tech-love films, its intriguing concept too often overwhelmed by its clumsy, didactic execution. In “My Robot Baby,” the first of the movie’s four loosely connected vignettes, Marcia and Roy (Tamlyn Tomita and James Saito) try to nurture a penguin-shaped faux child that poos graphite and gurgles when it’s fed with a battery recharger-cum-bottle. The short has a kind of Twilight Zone tone and story arc: The robot, with its little metal arms and R2-D2-esque bleeping and blooping, is initially sorta sweet—but it goes wacko when Marcia tries to manipulate its program. And then there’s that whole circle-of-motherhood recapitulation of Marcia’s childhood trauma. If “The Robot Fixer,” about a woman (Wai Ching Ho) working day and night to repair her comatose son’s action figures, features a similarly telegraphed message, at least Pak’s casting of Asian-American actors is suggestive and intriguing. Whether the director is making a comment on Asian stereotypes or on the conflict between the impulses of innovation and tradition in Asian communities is unclear, but it’s a welcome respite that he lets the audience fill in the blanks. “Machine Love,” the film’s best segment, shows that Pak is capable of deploying a light touch with the narrative, too. Pak himself stars as an “iPerson” named Archie who works tirelessly, his neck making whirring sounds as he writes line after line of code. His colleagues, however, are more interested in making out in front of him and feeling his pecs. Forget the woman trying to rebuild action figures. Fucking with robots—now that’s a future you can love. —Josh Levin