A reward and punishment VR system – imagining the future Black Mirror style


The future might be both, beyond our wildest dreams, and so much familiar where it manifests many of our beliefs and traditions. With the exponential advancement of AI and technology, it would be near impossible to predict what is coming our way.


But understanding the power of human beliefs and imaginations and how persistent it can be, and coupling that with the powers of our future technologies of AI, VR and censoring, let’s imagine the following scenario:


For those who still believe in heaven and in hell, who believe in reward and punishment in a world where aging does no longer exist and death is far more rare. You don’t have to worry!


I have a solution.


We can run a mini experiment and create the world you think is fair and true. To assist the angels on your left and right shoulders, we will create artificial invisible angels, planted on your shoulders to log whatever action you do. They will be ran by an advance AI that can asses every single action, collect data from your body and brain activities, and determine if the action should be logged in your deeds or sins records.


This can start any moment, from the day of your birth, or the day you subscribe to our service. It will also have a time limit. We recommend 100 years. After which, your judgement day will arrive. But don’t worry, we can do it in groups, or patches, so it can feel real, with a real judgment day for all. And we can keep the date a secret that no one knows.


On your judgment day, the AI will measure your balance and how it tips. It will determine if you have been a good person or a bad one. And accordingly, it will channel you to one of our afterlife chambers; the VR chamber of Hell or the VR chamber of Heaven.


In Heaven, you will be seated comfortably in a perfect room and you will delve into an experience of joy that you have never thought of. Your body will be monitored all the time to ensure your safety. Your mind will be constantly induced with happy hormones. And your imagination will be living the Heaven you always dreamt of and longed for. You will not feel time, because there is not time in Heaven.


In Hell, we will burn you “virtually” to atone your sins. You will be tortured to the highest levels your body can endure. We will repeat that constantly, every time till you lose your consciousness, and reset once you wake up again. All in a safe environment, with your body tightened into a comfortable chair and sensors that can guarantee you would never die.
Who is up for this? Add your name in the comments!


– This can either be a Black Mirror episode or a blue print for a sequel for my Heaven on Earth

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A short Story: The Table


7005252-chips-and-ace-king-hand-on-a-gambling-tableOn new year’s eve, it was okay to gamble. As a child, I have never connected the dots, didn’t know what gambling really means, and didn’t reflect on its connection with the grown-ups table that shows some seriousness and tension and attracts lots of attention at the extended-family end of year, longest night, party. The music was usually up, family members chat chat chat all over the place, kids get to catch up and lern better about their second cousins. TV was usually on, out loud, specially at the moment where the year ends and another year comes into play. Cheers, screams, countdown, hugs, kisses, congratulations, love, but the silent table stays out of this world. Wives, run to hug their table husbands, and kids rush to wish their dads a happy new year.

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Quick Fiction: The Double


He was standing there lost in front all of those mirrors that surrounded him in this small space of two square meters. The mirrors were set up in a way where each reflection of him in one is reflected again in the other, forming an endless reflections of the same image, the same person, the same him.

He looked closer, trying to identify each image, each reflection. They all looked back at him, with the same body gesture, the same movement, but in different angles allowed by the tilt of each mirror. In the back of his head, he had a favorite, and that was him at the end, the smallest furthest reflection of them all.

Not sure why, maybe the size made him the cutest, or maybe the distance made him the least imposed, or most lost?

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Short Story: Printed Noses


“Haya.. come down..”
“HAYA.. COME DOWN..”
“Your meal is cold..”
“YOUR MEAL IS COLD..”

Mother shouted in frustration for the 10th time in the past 30 minutes. She decided then to come up to Haya’s room and have a direct talk with her teenage daughter.

“WHAT THE HELL IS..? “

Mother stopped short of completing her sentence, startled by the number of noses thrown around in Haya’s room.

“OH MY GOD! HAYA! What have you done??! You wasted all of these stem cells!“

Mother flared in disbelief.

“Easy mom.. easy.. I didn’t do anything.. don’t worry about stem cells. I got a good deal and can easily recycle them. You know Apple has launched new Cell-Recycling machine that is compatible with their 3D iPrint-ers. I will buy one tomorrow and will come eat my food in a while”

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Quick Fiction: Mother in the womb


The kick of the baby inside her womb rocked her world one more time. Her mother in her womb, a dream. A work of insanity of unbearable pain. Paved the way of her losing whatever sense of security, of safety, of love, and all what is beautiful in this life. Death snatched her mom away. In a moment? not, just few seconds of a deadly stroke.

Back engineering of a new age casted a ray of light. A hope for healing. A demonic or holly desire to bring her mom back haunted her. Determined, she headed to that clinic. Granting her genetic code to science to extract the origin form of her mother’s.

“You are mad” her siblings fought her

“Why do you want to bring her struggle again?” her husband warned her

“For the same reason she brought me here, unexplained desire” She stated

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