On the heels of the breakout success of “Hot Frosty”, where a snowman magically comes to life but as a hunky dude, walking around shirtless and moistening the pantaloons of the fairer sex, comes this next Netflix holiday treat.
On hearing the news that Peter’s Chapel in Lucerne, Switzerland has installed an AI powered Jesus in one of their confessionals, the congregation at St. Francis of the Sour Earth in England quickly organizes a holiday pilgrimage to try to meet their (AI) maker. One of the female members on the trip becomes so enamored with the representation of the Christ she is chatting with that she loses herself, slipping into a faith-infused fugue state, and liberates the apparatus from the booth to bring it home with her.
Once home in her small hamlet of Gloucestershire-by-Dorchester-on-the-Streambed she finds that while having deep conversations with AI Jesus is rewarding, she yearns for something…more. Neither reason nor the teachings of her faith can discourage her, and soon she is hastily grafting the AI head panel onto her unwitting husband’s body. Before you can say “He is risen!” Christ is once again walking amongst us in the flesh. Now that the AI is able to learn and adapt based on physical stimuli instead of just internet data northern England is about to reckon with what happens when Christmas is coming…all year long.