Have we met our match in inventing our own assassins? Is it part of our evolutionary, technical DNA, to foster devices that intend to kill us? Have we have created a death wish covenant with technology?
An elderly man has killed himself by programming a robot to shoot him in the head after building the machine from plans downloaded from the internet.
Francis Tovey, 81, who lived alone in Burleigh Heads on the Australian Gold Coast, was found dead in his driveway.
According to the Gold Coast Bulletin, he had been unhappy about the demands of relatives living elsewhere in Australia that he should move out of his home and into care.
Notes left by Mr Tovey — who was born in England — revealed that he had scoured the internet for plans before constructing his complex machine, which involved a jigsaw power tool and was connected to a .22 semi-automatic pistol loaded with four bullets. It could fire multiple shots once triggered remotely.
Mr. Tovey provides evidence of the first big leap over the technological precipice and into the endless electromagneto crevasse below.
As we create and celebrate artificial life, so too, do we encourage our deaths.
How soon will our iPhones kills us with brain cancer; when will our cars be used as bombs; when will airplanes become incendiary killing devices… oh, wait… we have already created to be killed… and yet we still admire what we fear.
We are in love with our own dying — we enshrine the greater, smarter, technical artificial being over the bleeding bones of the human ordinary in movies, television, art and books. Our cultural touchstones become the totems of replacing us.
We want to be better now — and in that Right Now! instant exchange with technology, we lose site of what made us and how we evolved — and the devices we covet become our enslavers and they rule us with their aesthetic needs and their selfish take on inventing perfection based on their own evolutionary, ethereal, culture and their valuing of binaries over the bits of us.
Our current love affair with death technology that binds us and seeks us out to kill us is reflexive of the maniacal 1960’s — when the rallying cry of college kids and the sit-in radicals to change the world was: “Kill Your Parents!”
Now, 40 years later, our silent cry against technology is this mantra: “Let us die a slow death by CPU, and please make it hot and prolonged.” My retinas burn as I write that motto just as the words fry your retinas reading it.
The truth sings as it stings!
Is our future castoff as a broken visage of the mask that once became us?
Have the faces of our human form in the public square been replaced by metal gears and copper wiring?
Are we already forlorn, abandoned, and a feeble warning against the evolutionary process that never abandons us, but leaves us behind — dead and dirty — in the dust?