‘Intellitar’ Helps Create ‘Digital Clone’ To Leave Legacy For Your Ancestors

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Photo: Glenn Baeske/Huntseville Times

Humanity has continually questioned what happens after death. The technological age is now asking, what happens to your online presence after death? Virtual Eternity is  a program that allows users to create a ‘digital clone’ of themselves in order to engage with future generations. It puts a new spin on the after life. The Huntsville Times reports:

Have you ever wished to once again be able to talk with a loved one who has died? Maybe say something you had wished you had told them? Or even hear that something special from them?

A local company won’t be able to make that happen but it can realize that opportunity for future generations. The company, Intellitar, will be releasing Virtual Eternity on Wednesday.

“The whole concept is legacy creation and preservations,” said Don Davidson, the founder and CEO of Intellitar.”The idea is I can use a number of technologies available and create a living legacy.”

Think of it as “a digital clone, if you will,” he said. A “digital clone” on your computer screen. Davidson said Virtual Eternity takes genealogy websites, such as ancestry.com, to another level.

Continues at The Huntsville Times

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  • Liam_McGonagle

    Do you perhaps mean “Descendants” rather than “Ancestors”?

    • Pb

      lol nice catch.. can’t believe i didn’t see that

  • Liam_McGonagle

    Do you perhaps mean “Descendants” rather than “Ancestors”?

  • Haystack

    A better headline would be: “Creep out your descendants with a digital homunculus by Intellitar.”

    • Liam_McGonagle

      Well, you must admit that certain features of contemporary culture are likely to bear explanation. Here’s a bit from a transcript I’m preparing for myself.

      “Greetings, spawn of Me.

      Congratulations on being able to find both a working audio/visual display device and enough electicity to power it. I know that could not have been easy given the resource wars and general chaotic shitrain that my generation left you. But please, pull up closer to the screen and amplify the audio signal, I have something very important to tell you. . .

      No, that’s okay, take your time–I understand; it can’t be easy to operate complicated dials and bottons with the boney, thumb-less flippers you’ve been left with by rampant corporate genetic modification of the foodsupply and indescriminate use of synthetic materials and flooding of the airwaves with wireless signals . . . .

      Got it? Okay, here’s what I want to say: “I am SORRY. DREADFULLY SORRY.”

      My generation was probably the dumbest generation of humans that ever haunted planet Earth. You need to understand that the final destruction of American democracy under the boot heels of heartless corporate hegemony didn’t occurr out of hatred (strictly speaking) for posterity, but out of a kind of frightened confusion.

      I realize that this may come as a shock to you. On the surface, the related legacies of reintroduced slavery, completely unbridled corporate feudocracy and utter infrastructure and environmental neglect may seem completely intentional on the part of my generation.

      It is true that the “Tea Baggers” as they were known in my time did certainly advocate policies that could hardly be expected to result otherwise, even from the vantage point of proto-humanoid slug beings fed on lead chips, as by this point many of you surely must be. “How,” you might well ask me, “could some dumbass seriously expect the causes of democracy, environmental integrity and social equality to be furthered by destroying popularly elected government?”

      Good question. And the answer is three-fold: Unreasonable Pride, Fear, and Laziness. My generation was so complacent regarding the awesome acheivements of our ancestors that we totally forgot that they were built up over centuries, by trial and error, and through back-breaking work. We somehow assumed that these were our magical birthright and that they would always, unerringly and effortlessly come to us, all without any need to challenge ourselves.

      Of course that isn’t a realistic scenario. Inevitably the simple laws of physics meant that, sooner or later, we were confronted with the resource constraints imposed by our neglected physical, intellectual and social infrastructure.

      About 1/3 of us responded with a panicky fear; these we called “Conservatives”–as their preferred strategy was to run for comfort to some mythological sky Daddy who never literally existed but was originally intended only as a useful abstraction for exploring logical paradoxes and intense emotional experiences. Sadly, this infantile emotional dependence led them to passively hand over total power to a race of inhuman, heartless monsters called “Laissez Faire Capitalists” who designed the contours of the nightmarish dystopia you all live in today.

      However, this process didn’t happen overnight. It took many decades to come to full fruition. Some of us actively sought to repair and reinvigorate the marvelous governmental and social institutions that our wisest ancestors had left us. We understood that this would take a prolonged, sustained effort to build trust and keep focused on our love for our ancestors’ most noble heritage.

      But some of us, say 1/3, became discouraged and stopped believing in that heritage, stopped believing in beautiful things, stopped believing in anything at all. These people were the “Lazy”, who although they were very intelligent and saw clearly the danger awaiting us, were not able to hold on and struggle through to the end. Slowly, bit-by-bit they became seduced by lying, magical phantasies spun by the Corporate Slimebeast. And, fair play to it, the Slimebeast was very clever in composing its songs, offering each of us customized phantasies through the media of “niche marketing”, the illusion of self-sufficiency, and worst of all, a weird sort of nihilistic pride that was incapable of seeing the beauty in anything, condeming all as irredeemably corrupt.

      So, altough I am truly, truly, truly sorry about leaving planet Earth, and America in particular, as a sewage-stained ash pit for your generation, I want you to understand that it was not pure malice that destroyed your world. Though I know it won’t necssesarily comfort you through the sleepless nights of endless wailing that must inevitably accompany your grotesquely debased half-lives, you should know that we meant well.

      But on a positive note: Always look on the sunny side. Keep smilin’.

      End Transmission.”

      • dumbsaint

        That was epic, well done

      • http://voxmagi-necessarywords.blogspot.com/ VoxMagi

        I’m with dumbsaint…this was a sword of awesome forged from epic and quenched in win.

        • Liam_McGonagle

          Merci beaucoups to youse two. Too.

  • Haystack

    A better headline would be: “Creep out your descendants with a digital homunculus by Intellitar.”

  • Liam_McGonagle

    Well, you must admit that certain features of contemporary culture are likely to bear explanation. Here’s a bit from a transcript I’m preparing for myself.

    “Greetings, spawn of Me.

    Congratulations on being able to find both a working audio/visual display device and enough electicity to power it. I know that could not have been easy given the resource wars and general chaotic shitrain that my generation left you. But please, pull up closer to the screen and amplify the audio signal, I have something very important to tell you. . .

    No, that’s okay, take your time–I understand; it can’t be easy to operate complicated dials and bottons with the boney, thumb-less flippers you’ve been left with by rampant corporate genetic modification of the foodsupply and indescriminate use of synthetic materials and flooding of the airwaves with wireless signals . . . .

    Got it? Okay, here’s what I want to say: “I am SORRY. DREADFULLY SORRY.”

    My generation was probably the dumbest generation of humans that ever haunted planet Earth. You need to understand that the final destruction of American democracy under the boot heels of heartless corporate hegemony didn’t occurr out of hatred (strictly speaking) for posterity, but out of a kind of frightened confusion.

    I realize that this may come as a shock to you. On the surface, the related legacies of reintroduced slavery, completely unbridled corporate feudocracy and utter infrastructure and environmental neglect may seem completely intentional on the part of my generation.

    It is true that the “Tea Baggers” as they were known in my time did certainly advocate policies that could hardly be expected to result otherwise, even from the vantage point of proto-humanoid slug beings fed on lead chips, as by this point many of you surely must be. “How,” you might well ask me, “could some dumbass seriously expect the causes of democracy, environmental integrity and social equality to be furthered by destroying popularly elected government?”

    Good question. And the answer is three-fold: Unreasonable Pride, Fear, and Laziness. My generation was so complacent regarding the awesome acheivements of our ancestors that we totally forgot that they were built up over centuries, by trial and error, and through back-breaking work. We somehow assumed that these were our magical birthright and that they would always, unerringly and effortlessly come to us, all without any need to challenge ourselves.

    Of course that isn’t a realistic scenario. Inevitably the simple laws of physics meant that, sooner or later, we were confronted with the resource constraints imposed by our neglected physical, intellectual and social infrastructure.

    About 1/3 of us responded with a panicky fear; these we called “Conservatives”–as their preferred strategy was to run for comfort to some mythological sky Daddy who never literally existed but was originally intended only as a useful abstraction for exploring logical paradoxes and intense emotional experiences. Sadly, this infantile emotional dependence led them to passively hand over total power to a race of inhuman, heartless monsters called “Laissez Faire Capitalists” who designed the contours of the nightmarish dystopia you all live in today.

    However, this process didn’t happen overnight. It took many decades to come to full fruition. Some of us actively sought to repair and reinvigorate the marvelous governmental and social institutions that our wisest ancestors had left us. We understood that this would take a prolonged, sustained effort to build trust and keep focused on our love for our ancestors’ most noble heritage.

    But some of us, say 1/3, became discouraged and stopped believing in that heritage, stopped believing in beautiful things, stopped believing in anything at all. These people were the “Lazy”, who although they were very intelligent and saw clearly the danger awaiting us, were not able to hold on and struggle through to the end. Slowly, bit-by-bit they became seduced by lying, magical phantasies spun by the Corporate Slimebeast. And, fair play to it, the Slimebeast was very clever in composing its songs, offering each of us customized phantasies through the media of “niche marketing”, the illusion of self-sufficiency, and worst of all, a weird sort of nihilistic pride that was incapable of seeing the beauty in anything, condeming all as irredeemably corrupt.

    So, altough I am truly, truly, truly sorry about leaving planet Earth, and America in particular, as a sewage-stained ash pit for your generation, I want you to understand that it was not pure malice that destroyed your world. Though I know it won’t necssesarily comfort you through the sleepless nights of endless wailing that must inevitably accompany your grotesquely debased half-lives, you should know that we meant well.

    But on a positive note: Always look on the sunny side. Keep smilin’.

    End Transmission.”

  • Pb

    lol nice catch.. can’t believe i didn’t see that

  • Anonymous

    That was epic, well done

  • http://voxmagi-necessarywords.blogspot.com/ VoxMagi

    I’m with dumbsaint…this was a sword of awesome forged from epic and quenched in win.

  • http://voxmagi-necessarywords.blogspot.com/ VoxMagi

    Can I program one of these to stay home with my spouse and get nagged at while I go have fun somewhere else? I could send it to holiday dinners on my behalf too. Possibly even to court appearances or obligatory meetings. The ‘pre-death’ uses are limitless…these people aren’t being visionary enough!

  • http://voxmagi-necessarywords.blogspot.com/ VoxMagi

    Can I program one of these to stay home with my spouse and get nagged at while I go have fun somewhere else? I could send it to holiday dinners on my behalf too. Possibly even to court appearances or obligatory meetings. The ‘pre-death’ uses are limitless…these people aren’t being visionary enough!

  • Liam_McGonagle

    Merci beaucoups to youse two. Too.

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