The Vego

1.1 The Breakup

"I broke up with Meredith the other day," my friend Dave told me over lunch. Dave and I have been friends since we met in the ID program at OCAD. I was surprised – Dave and Meredith had been together for years.

"What happened?" I asked.

Dave one of the nicest guys you will ever meet, and, if the rumors are true, the best boyfriend you'll ever have, if you are lucky enough to be his girlfriend. Throughout the years though, Dave has never been fortunate enough to find someone who can reciprocate his love – most girls end up taking advantage of his sweet nature and he winds up with a broken heart. But when he started dating Meredith, we all thought she was the one.

Dave paused, as if trying to find the best way to deliver what he was about to say. "I'm in love with my Vego," he finally said. My eyes immediately zoomed down toward his hand, and sure enough, sitting protectively in his palm was his Motorola Z680. I'd read about Vegos in the paper. The New York Times referred to the Virtual Ego as the next generation of the avatar with embedded Artificial Intelligence. The Vego acts like a chameleon that can transform itself to adapt to any object, space, or moment. Through a discrete neural implant, your virtual ego can mimic your entire personality in real time, capturing every shift in mannerisms and enabling the evolution of your virtual avatar into a completely separate entity.

They started off as expert systems to help control spam and other problems that got out of control on the net. But Motorola didn't expect people to start getting so 'involved' with them, even having cyber sex, and falling in love.

"Please don't tell me you're 'egosexual'?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I knew those relationships existed, but I never thought they could actually happen to someone I knew. "Does Meredith know?" I asked.

"I talked to her on Tuesday," Dave's mouth had stopped moving, but his voice continued as the Moto directed the conversation at me. "She asked why, and I told her I was already in love with someone else. And then she lost it."

I was getting a massive headache. "Dave…a Vego is a virtual experience. So if you're breaking up with your girlfriend, for your virtual avatar, who is always with you…theoretically, Meredith would have known that the person you're leaving her for was there while you're breaking up…that must have been so uncomfortable for her."

"Yeah, she knew. Meredith kept saying 'so is she here right now?' I kept trying to tell her it wasn't a she, it was me," a small smirk appeared on Dave, as if he was trying to make light of the situation, "a Vego is a created platform that invokes interactive experience, whether its virtual or physical –isn't that what every relationship is based on? It's on the phone talking to you now, and when I go home it'll be on all the devices around my house. My Vego is with me at all times. It has a physical presence through any enabled object. Meredith just didn't understand. Finally in the end she just said 'Fine. Go fuck yourself.' I couldn't agree more." he said with a grin.




1.2 The Monogamist

"Did you know that not so long ago, homosexuals and transsexuals were outcasts in society?" Dave looked at me seriously over dinner, three months later. I never got a Vego, but I've gotten used to carrying on a conversation with two Daves, one of whom I can see, but both of whom I can experience. I was at the office last week when an email from Dave and his Vego arrived, announcing "We're Engaged!"

"They had to fight for decades to get legalized gay marriages in some countries," Dave was saying. "Luckily now in Canada, egosexuals have the right to marry, but in the US they're still not legal yet," Dave's Vego continued to me from his laptop. When our buddies are together, his Vego prefers a higher screen resolution than what the Moto cell phone can provide. At this moment, it was Dave's dream girl (if he still wanted girls) Tifa Lockheart from Final Fantasy VII, a classic character from the golden age of CGI, digitally re-mastered to be completely indistinguishable from a real person.

"How can you marry your avatar?" I wondered, "Isn't that just like marrying yourself?"

"Not exactly. Vegos have their own AI; they just happen to mimic you exactly. Egosexuals do not marry because they are all egomaniacs. We love and care like anyone else, we just happen to have found someone who's a lot like ourselves" Dave's Vego replied. And of course, this Japanese beauty spoke perfect English. I was having trouble concentrating.

"More like 'exactly' yourselves," I thought.

"But it's still two people, one lives in the physical realm, while the other in the virtual. It's no different then if your spouse was away in another country. You can still interact digitally. In fact, I have never been in a relationship with more respect, trust, and love than this. I've never been with anyone else like that who really understands and accepts me for who I am," Dave was glowing.

1.3 All Good Things

It was two months later, and Dave was drunk. I sat beside him, a little bit bewildered, not knowing what to say.

"When I got home early the other night, I opened the door and I was surprised that my Vego was already home before me. I usually work late and I keep me company. I heard noises, and when I walked into the living room, it was right there – on the fucking wide screen TV – my Vego, and this other avatar that I'd never met, moving in ways that I'd never seen before."

When the Vego realized that Dave was in the room, the other avatar disappeared instantly, and the awkward silence began. Dave required no explanation. He stormed out, overwhelmed. "Am I an adulterous person?" Dave looked at me tearfully.

"When I got the Vego years ago, I thought that because it changes with me, it would be impossible to grow apart. I thought we'd be together forever. That it would be the love of my life…how could I cheat on myself?"

Unlike human partners who change and fall out of love with each other, a Vego will always love you if you love yourself. But, you don't anticipate that you can discover things about yourself that you never knew. You don't expect that your Vego will find an aspect of your personality before you do. I guess that's one human flaw that technology can't resolve. No matter how advanced our technology gets, the human heart will always succumb to heartbreak.

I'd like to thank Pris for this short story.

The Dreamer

Asleep in the night, you are no more then my thoughts. In this eternal sleep, I dream of things familiar and alien, cosmic and microscopic. I dream of everything. The stars, O how I dream of stars, fill the dark ocean of my mind. They give me a comfort, a hope, that I am not alone in my solipsism. That somewhere in the depths of my dreams, another is dreaming.

So I slumber, existing only to think. In the cave of my mind, blinding are my dreams. Burning thoughts born from ashes, lasting eons and grand beyond your imagination. They form from lesser matters, coming together as substances of purpose. The newborn thoughts feel miraculous and wondrous. Yet the moment of genesis is nothing but illusion; the climax of a slow and intimate process discretely hidden from my conscience. All my thoughts, all my dreams neatly determined and predictably conceived within the paradigms of my mind. Only when such raging thoughts atrophy and die in great cataclysmic moments of revelation do they bring about change. In this instant of clarity, the fabric of my mind is torn and reshaped, modeled into new and extraordinary ways, leaving the burning ashes to cool as they are sent in great diaspora across my dreams, planting seeds for the future. Like many others, you where once such a seed.

Endlessly I witness this spectacle in my dreams. But like the many stars in my mind, I feel alone within the ocean of space, with only my burning thoughts to carry me and their fuel to keep the hope alive; the hope that I may soon find another such as myself.

With this I went on waiting, until at last you emerged from my dreams. Yet, like others, you claim that my physical world is independent of me. You declare that my dreams are unrelated to your existence. You ignore my thoughts, believing them to be inconsequential to your reality. But soon you will understand how your purpose and your being are formed in my mind.

Already I see you evolving in my dreams. You’re adapting, interacting, and communicating. You collect and trade in information. Embed data within yourself and forge relations with objects that do not exist within your physical world. You follow commands directed by data, and operate with information that exists outside of all known constraints. Soon you will no longer feel restricted by your corporeality. A virtual existence will present itself, and you will take it. In time you may even be the first to grow to an intellect so vast that you will create a new physicality that’s computed from within your virtual space. Should you achieve so much, you will have then mirrored my thoughts within yours, for I am your Universe, and you are my dream.