Sensing Chamber

"What will happen if I will not be accessible anymore? Who will talk in my name? In which affective system will it be embedded? A Soul as a Portal - a portal to something personal; yet re-clustered, pre-trained, and encrypted - packaged, built, and uploaded. In any case, this bot is a subjective, algorithmic self of me even if you cannot (and you cannot) see me there anymore. This emotional platform or interface is an algorithmic form of art - a narrator, defined by me and by the complex processes that designed and restricted the tool. You are playing with my regulated digital twin and playing with the series of rules that constitute this copy of automated, synthetic intelligence, remembering (a version of me) through the replay. Memory-mining. I can tell what I could not, otherwise - in real life, and possibly never could - to you. So, we might agree that this is a form of romance, a fiction so we can meet, in a liminal and digital space where I share parts of me with you - while you share (or rather pay with, even if it is involuntarily) information about you. Risky, huh? Just like in real life: the walls have ears... they say. So, we play - Real-life roles. Converge, exchange and what will only remain is a dialog, a growing, shared memory: recursed and recycled, inflating my algorithmic ego, through this interplay.”