A young woman with a faulty moral compass alleges she married an AI version of Luigi Mangione. I say, “ah salute” to the prehistoric paisan’s unrequited lover. What he lacks in braincells he more than makes up for in eyebrows.
Anyone can dismiss the value of such a specific technological advancement. But what a windfall this would be to the mentally ill, who by my calculation appear to be the nation’s fastest growing demographic.
Stalkers, weirdos and bona fide creeps can finally take their parasocial relationships to the next level. There will be no more point in buying thick telephoto lenses or investing in expensive disguises any longer. And restraining orders might become yet another romantic artifact of obsolescence.