Bot-anic Gardens

As I wake up this morning, I aim to do as the so-called Weavrs (create your own) do and blog myself into existence. I dreamt I was sleep walking. Maybe I was. Nobody said anything in the apartment I’m crashing in. It’s Baltic sea weather outside. Weavrs are simple AI bots that learn from your social media behaviour and public data and then stitch together a terracotta army of digividuals tweeting down the walls of Jericho via “curated content”, pretty much like 60pages has become an interestingly self-referential ecosystem woven together by alleged IRL learning relations (neither Georg nor I have yet passed a Turing test with each other). In 2011, a group in Berlin recreated the whole population of Wonderland from Weavrs and each day, these characters relive narratives from Lewis Carroll’s book, mapped onto the Berlin cityscape.

If I can find time today, I will first try a Voight-Kampff on myself to see if I already am a Weavr (tell myself about my mother?), and subsequently create a Warren Weavr – named after Claude E. Shannon’s co-author for The Mathematical Theory of Communication and father of machine translation – who shall live in a noisey channel.

And of course a Sigourney Weavr, tweeting either from the Nostromo or the penal colony of Alien 3.