Ghosts in the machines
What happens to your online self when you die?
What happens to your online self when you die?
anand_m26blr: Hi Sonisha! How’re you? sonisha_jd: hi anand_m26blr: Where are you from? sonisha_jd: adb anand_m26blr: Sorry? ADB? sonisha_jd: adilabad sonisha_jd: a.p anand_m26blr: Oh, I see. I’m right now in Mumbai. anand_m26blr: Which chat room are you in? The reason I asked this was because sonisha_jd wasn’t in the chat room I was in, and I was logged in invisibly. I have a theory on who sonisha_jd is, but that’s a different story. ...
Full credit to Joseph for introducing me to chatting. I decided to conduct a series of experiments in chat rooms, and document the results. After that, I pretty much got hooked. Here’s a log of some of my more interesting conversations, where I adopt a 6-year old (I’m anand_m26blr) I learn that guys want to speak to girls (I’m root_node) I learn that girls can be very confusing (I’m anand_m26blr) I have a virtual date at London with a Canadian (I’m root_node) I help a guy in Texas propose to his love in Hindi (I’m root_node) I am befriended by an Oriyan with strong opinions (I’m root_node) I help a guy pick a college in Mumbai (I’m root_node) I talk to a business consultant at London (I’m ME) I appreciate mahomedyaseenkhan’s and his sister’s music (I’m anand_m26blr) I try to fall in love with a magic crystal ball (I’m root_node) I learn that robots are patient, but infuriating. (I’m root_node)