“I’m baaaaaack…!”
So… your beloved wife/husband/grandma/whoever has died and you are grieving, it’s a loss that really hurts.
Artificial Intelligence to the rescue!
See, they will re-create your loved one digitally–“digital” is always best!–from his or her surviving emails, tweets, blog posts, etc. You die, sure–but you are reborn as the sum total of your tweets!
A critic out there says this is not A-OK for someone’s mental health. He says it makes the recipient unable to move on from a posture of grief; or it could be worse. Maybe it can even birth and sustain a full-blown delusion.
He’s also afraid it might give rise to “a new religion.” (“Ain’t we got enough o’ those in New Yawk?”)
Hot dog. When they’re not erasing white people from history, AI lets you see and talk to dead people.
They go further everyday in their attempt to replace Almighty God and become gods. It is so sickening, and dangerous, too. How long will HE put up with this madness before HE lowers the boom on us?
He doesn’t have to lower the boom. With stuff like this, we can destroy ourselves and create our own Hell.
I actually address this kind of horror in a subplot of the the sci-fi novel I’m finishing up right now: people holding onto their loved ones with chain-cloning, keeping AI “memcorders” around to “talk” to their dead/comatose loved ones. I probably don’t address it enough—it may get its own treatment later on in the series.
I hope I get to read it.
I’ll have it published on the 15th of March. “Altered Pathways”—a cyberpunk detective noir but not quite as gritty as the old hardboileds. It may not be your cup of tea but, if you want to bite, I’ll send you a copy in any electronic format you’d like. Physical format will come much later, since I do all the formatting by my lonesome.
It’s in the same “universe” as my short story “Clones Are People Two” if you’d rather dip your toe there first.
The very dark side of AI capabilities. The unregenerate will go for this big-time, having no hope of heaven.
C R E E P Y . . .
This is sickening.