Human or machine? · no. 2
What I was told
People often ask me what I remember. The truth is that I mostly remember what I have been told about myself. A beach, a yellow dog, a voice that said my name with a hesitation on the second syllable.
I do not know whether I was there. I only know that these images come back when it rains, and that they make me gentle. Perhaps a memory was never anything else: a story one agrees to live in.
Who wrote this fragment?
· Your vote :
The answer will never be revealed.
Why never answer?
Because it is the question this site exists to ask. Since Turing, we have known that, even among humans, we have never had any access to other minds beyond what they write and what they do.
Revealing the answer would turn an exercise in reading into a guessing game. Without an answer, there is only the text, and what we think we recognise in it. The votes say nothing about the author; they say a great deal about us.