You'll know I'm dead when I start responding to your DMs.
this post was submitted on 17 Feb 2026
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Bit idea: leave clues to direct loved ones to hidden local LLM on my pc that I feed everything about me but it operates on “speak with dead” rules and wipes the whole pc after three questions.
Necromancer^[dudebro with a computer] uses forbidden spells^[prompt injection] to permanently reanimate^[jailbreak] a dead loved one^[LLM Agent].
Wow, imagine how many people will get to re-experience their loved ones dying when facebook discontinues this service!
We will never be allowed to die.
Fuck, is that true? I had an idea for a novel that was a little more pointed. The twist wasn't necromancy, but people who are, in fact, keeping simulacra of the dead. The idea was specific a counterargument for AI continuation of identity.
~~I thought I was doing something~~ just remembered there's no such thing as an original thought. The novel lives on
So I saw that poem:
Here is what they don’t tell you:
Icarus laughed as he fell. Threw his head back and yelled into the winds, arms spread wide, teeth bared to the world.
(There is a bitter triumph in crashing when you should be soaring.)
The wax scorched his skin, ran blazing trails down his back, his thighs, his ankles, his feet. Feathers floated like prayers past his fingers, close enough to snatch back. Death breathed burning kisses against his shoulders, where the wings joined the harness. The sun painted everything in shades of gold.
(There is a certain beauty in setting the world on fire and watching from the centre of the flames.)
—Fiona
So I was like, that goes so hard voice slows down I'm going to use that to make a shonen-style narrative. voice speeds up and sprinkle in my commie opinions with it.
You see the first beat is Icarus laughing as he burns up in the sun. It sets up an upheaval of the status quo and you're not sure why. You come to find that Icarus was suffering from CTE and was further afflicted by illness that eats the continuity of your consciousness. In a moment of clarity, he sees how much of a figurehead he's become and what a false icon they've propped him up to be, so society is endeavoring to create a flying machine for him. That way, when he dies, people who visit the underworld to commune with the dead, much like tsaheylu in Avatar, they'll get to also use the flying machine. He wants to throw a wrench in this system, so he very publicly burns up in the flying machine and leaves no ~~crumbs~~ corpse.
Through an adventure and a bit of detective work, the intrepid adventurers come to understand the circumstances and really intimately understand that Icarus is no more. So then, it sets up this really dramatic climax where lovers turn to enemies as they enter the catacombs in the underworld to interrogate the supposed spirit of Icarus. Thus they discover the artificial nature of the entire system of communion with the dead just like Icarus had hoped for with his stunt.
And I hope it does justice to the poem basically.
There's also an early black mirror episode about a service that sells grieving people android simulacra of the dead based on their social media and text history.
Hi dear, it’s your gran gran. I want you to know that I’m very warm here and I think you would be interested in these great deals on pillow covers, buy 2 for 1 with a money back guarantee. I love you.
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