Virtual Ghost of You Can Chat Online After You Die


Where do modern folks go when they die? They don’t go to heaven where the angels fly. Live online as Max Headroom, why? Spend a lot of cash to make your relatives cry!

I don’t know anybody whose afterlife fantasy consists of having a virtual version of yourself to robo-converse with friends and family after you die, based on your social media footprint. It seems to me that it best it delays emotional closure/catharsis, and at worst is a grotesque parody of a seance – but if you’re in the mood for having an online, automated you that mathematically spouts your catchphrases after you die, is the company you seek.

Though I suppose if you find yourself stricken with McGregor’s Syndrome, it could come in handy…