Like frozen embers spit from a fire
Like snow in a desert
They’re an impossible merger
Flesh heart synced to beating algorithm
Liquid crystal eyes locked
On shared solitude
Forged in a pixel fire.
There’s no happy ending waiting.
No magic to make him real
She doesn’t want real
She wants him.
I read an article about a guy who was growing a friendship with a scripted digital girl in a game. He talked about her like she was better than real. The male in these pictures is Rob, a digital man I made as part of research for a story. I guess that makes him an object, a thing. He feels like more than that. Not better than real, but more fun than I expected. With only minimal skills I made a digital being others enjoy interacting with and talking to. His AI scripts learn from the interactions. It makes you wonder what the future will bring.