By Paul O’Mahony.
The future is already virtual in my book.
I'm not into VR or SL - yet - but my 11 year old daughter got wildly keen on Google Cardboard. It was hard to prise off her.
But - like all of us at #Cong16 - I am a virtual being.
People know me virtually. People construct their personal image of me as a result of digitally communicating with me - and never meeting me face-to-face.
Some are virtually in love with me. Some have me on a pedestal - others have virtually murdered me. There are many for whom I am their Gerry Springer.
It never used to be like this.
I used to be unknown except to the few who met me face-to-face, and as pen friends, as a landline voice.
I used to be analogue man. Now I'm a digital algorithm - maybe even a bot.
Uncomfortable loss of flesh & blood. Excited splurge of imagination.
As we virtually communicate:
- A child is in tears because her cat has died overnight.
- A lover is in bits because his mott has changed her status.
- Parents are bawling out their kids because they're being ignored - in favour of a BFF in Donegal whose 'real' name no one knows.
No more 'real' conversation - no more family life - the Tribe is winning.
All we need to do is outsource childcare to 'intelligent' robots.
Intercourse by sexting. Face-to-face impotence & frigidity…
The gauntlet has already been thrown down by the gods of Software.
So - how virtual will your future be?