“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.”
Last week, I finished watching the amazing TV series Westworld. As a Sci-Fi fan, I kindly tired of the repeated laser gun and space ships, this TV series is really an open-minded setup with a solid storyline of Artificial Intelligence (Hosts) and Human (Makers/Vistors).
Imagine that technology was so advanced, you could step into a wholly immersive virtual reality world that was very nearly as real as our own. A theme park, where you can live out your fantasies. No awkward headsets or VR to wear. No fuzzy graphics, keyboard, and mice. Because it’s all real—for the most part.
You can buy drinks at the local saloon, or pay for sex with one of the AI prostitutes at the bar. You can get in gun fights with outlaws, or save the town from murderous highwaymen. Or, if you really want to, you can go to a farm house, kill the elderly parents there and rape their daughter. This is where the stories are written, tinkered with, and the microcosm of Westworld manipulated for the entertainment of its guests.