I'm doubtful because I never recycle my digital garbage. The Cloud is vast and infinite, my document storage is minimal and small file sized but just how much landscape is all that social media crap occupying?
Let's do an experiment, traditionally user storage is limited to device space, so what's the Cloud limit?
I intend to upload all my digital garbage to the Cloud because I'm done sending it to my recycle bin. This might take some time, I'll keep you posted.
A creepy fact: you never die online. I've encountered profiles and scheduled reminders from recently deceased contacts of mine. You die in the real world but your Roblox profile doesn't?
Usually social media profiles are converted to memorials by the friends and family of the departed. Where's the Instagram cemetery?
Where do dead avatars go?
In the game world you respawn in the Graveyard but that's just silly. I think the virtual world isn't ready to embrace mortality because fiction cannot die, the virtual world doesn't have an understanding of reality. In reality finalizing a virtual estate is equivalent to finalizing a real world estate. The machine is absent of mortality. Because of that social media platforms need cemeteries where the virtually dead go. Let's not stop there, Roblox needs a real world beatdown. An economic crisis, mass unemployment, increasing poverty, avatars resorting to crime and maybe a virtual invasion. None escape reality. None of that unpredictability is there because virtual zombies express zero emotion, emotion we read on each other's faces. Desperation, concern and worry, seriousness and occasional excitement or joy. Feelings pixelated and replicated remain virtual, meaningless and irrelevant.
Back into the turd pool:
After a two and a half year absence from social media I was compelled to dip a virtual toe back into the Facebook turd pool. No surprise at my absence going unnoticed as my return went unnoticed, the soulless algorithms remain artificial.
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