on existence.

Original article can be found here (source): Artificial Intelligence on Medium

There’s a working theory that twenty years from now, humans will be able to inject nanobots into our brains and “upload” ourselves into the Cloud.

This enhanced storage and processing power will allow us to learn more, learn faster, learn smarter; we ourselves will become artificially super-intelligent.

I don’t know if I buy that just yet, but what I do know is that we’re standing at the precipice of an existential crisis of epic proportions.

The imminent combination of man and machine challenges the fundamental tenants of what defines human existence.

Just imagine telling Kanye West he has the ability to figuratively multiply himself a million-fold, with the caveat that the million “copies” of himself may not actually be “Kanye West” but rather a million randomly generated IPv6 addresses operating independently of the entity that is Kanye West.

He might implode; he may, in fact, cease to exist.

But, what is an existence?

And to that effect, what is a human?

I’m sitting in the lobby, desperately trying to “un-clam” my hands on my jeans. I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous for anything. There’s a buzz; she says she’s coming down. I stand up and plant my feet — readying myself. In my head, I’m rehearsing my greeting and some clever jokes while simultaneously trying to calm myself down. The elevator dings. I feel nauseous. She turns the corner; my heart skips multiple beats.

A human is a beating heart.

We’re walking around Midtown. All the storefronts are closed yet they are left alit. I attempt a joke about ConEd and she laughs. My heart is beating out of my chest — she’s still here, she’s laughing at my jokes, and I don’t want this night to end. We pass by a medicine store with a skeleton in the window. Its eyes light up.

She grabs my hand as she yelps.

My eyes light up.

A beating heart is an emotion is an experience.

Bryant Park is strikingly beautiful at two in the morning.

Void of lost tourists, businessmen taking an extra-long lunch, and hacky-sack teams, it’s just the two of us, standing in the middle of the park, looking up at the City around us.

She turns to me and smiles and I can’t help but smile back, because I know my life will never be the same.

A collection of experiences is an existence.

I’m not really sure if that’s it, but I think it’s manifesting right here, right now because I’m mighty sure that I love her and I don’t think I can exist anymore without this girl.

For Audrey Green