“That’s your prompt.”
Well, thank you for the helpful
explanation.
What do I see? I see a man, dark
skinned, broad nose, brown eyes, no hair, bald head shining, with what look to
be facial tattoos boldly stamped across his forehead and cheeks. In an odd way,
the dark shapes on his cheeks accentuate his bone structure.
He is wearing blue scrubs, like a
doctor or nurse, but the tattoos don’t seem to fit into that description very
well.
His face is blank,
his eyes don’t show much expression but he looks towards the slightly more
amused end of the neutral spectrum. The walls behind him are concrete, and he
has what looks like a single blue curtain over the only visible window in the
room.
Oops, I just messed up the formatting on the page, I guess I’ll
have to fix that later...
Anyway, I wonder what his story is. How broad a question
that is... Maybe not his story, maybe just the context that led him to taking
this exact photo. It looked like it was a facebook post- I can see the “do you
want to tag this person?” box around his face.
Terrifying that Facebook now has a
facial recognition software and a database of every single photo that’s ever
been uploaded of you so that they can continually grow their artificial library
of YOU. Your face. Your smile- the way you look by romantic candlelight versus
blinding sun. The way your eyes crease when you laugh and the way your facial
structure looks when your hair is pulled back from your face.
There probably
aren’t even that many real human beings who know that about you, who study you
and catalog you as extensively as Facebook does.
Does facebook
think about you when you’ve left? Does Facebook miss you when it can’t look
through your laptop camera and watch you watch your screen?
Oh Facebook, you’re
so romantic! What an age to live in- My computer knows more about me than most
people.
Your Google search history can be more telling
than the most personal conversations you have with your closest friends. Google
probably knows what porn you watch, as well as your favorite foods, your
medical mysteries, and your expensive tastes.
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