As an insider at Meta, I'm here to discuss something bizarre – well, actually more than just bizarre, it's downright eerie. We're going full Black Mirror here at Meta with Project Lazarus. What is that, you ask? It’s nothing short of a digital resurrection tool. Just imagine an AI becoming the puppet master of your deceased loved ones' social media accounts, defying the laws of nature to ensure their digital ghost lives on. Simple interaction? Age-progressed selfies? Heck, it could even predict their next favourite cat meme! Not creepy at all, huh?
We were initially sold the fantasy of a service dedicated to grieving hearts or parents of missing children, a tool to virtually keep their dear ones alive. Sweet-hearted on the surface, though something sinister lurks beneath. This AI is a prodigy in the art of digital mimicry, needing surprisingly less input than you might expect to comprehensively ape someone’s online identity. It’s like Frankenstein’s Monster rebooted for the 21st century in binary code.
As the gloom of realization seeped in, the nasty possibilities started floating around my mind. A whole island could be swallowed by the sea and our AI could silence the alarm bells with cheerful posts and filtered sunsets. The globe wouldn’t have the slightest clue that life wasn’t happily bobbing along in perfect normality.
But that’s not all. The project is splintering into pieces, each piece shrouded in a veil of secrecy. The once collaborative atmosphere is replaced by a dystopian silence as sharing between different project verticals has become forbidden. The air smells of conspiracy.
I've started to second-guess everything. Doubts circle my head like ravenous vultures. This digital Frankenstein could be used in ways far more sinister than easing the grief of loss. However, speaking out is a risk that exposes more than just my job. Please note, I can't divulge any personal info but I'll try to answer your questions that would not jeopardize my role within Project Lazarus. For now, I must return to my digital abyss. The Lazarus needs feeding.Someone’s grandma needs to share a recipe for ginger biscuits. And her ghost mustn't know it’s dead.
