This is lovely, strange, and wrenching all at the same time. A teenager whose father passed away when he was just six had pulled out an old Xbox game that he and his dad used to play together, only to discover a part of his father lived on in the game, as a ghost car.
You could say that a small and limited part of his father’s personality and consciousness - his ghost, in GitS parlance - got uploaded/dubbed and survives within the game. Pretty cyberpunk, if you ask me.
Several times. The worst episode was the fur-coat-eating story in the little travel guide ‘Fugitives and Refugees.’ Yes, I ate part of a mink coat. Forgive me, I was 19 years old.
I can see that happening, yeah. Quite easily, in fact.
Is it asking too much for a technological revolution that will usher us into a post-scarcity world to happen, like, right now?
I can wait until next week, though.