In an era where AI effortlessly reconstructs our digital identity from the traces we leave behind, we may confront the unsettling reality that this image is not truly ourselves—or worse, that it surpasses us, fueled by our embellished digital footprints.
What if this becomes our sole immortal representation for eternity? Would we rejoice in leaving behind the idealized version of ourselves to be preserved in the river of time? And if so, does it imply erasing the existence of our more chaotic, flawed, and discontented selves?
Could you bear the thought of being replaced by not just anyone else, but the best version of yourself?