I Found Meaning In a Video Game

<p>The recent ubiquity of AI in the news with all its inherent&nbsp;<a href="https://jacquelinedooley.medium.com/ai-cant-be-beautiful-32f4e5952507" rel="noopener">hopes and fears</a>, reminded me that not all narratives depict AI technology as bad. In fact, sometimes humans are the assholes, manipulating technology within the context of consumerism, exploitation, abuse, and (ultimately) abandonment. At least, that&rsquo;s how it plays out in one of my favorite video games of all time,&nbsp;<em>Detroit Become Human</em>.</p> <p>Four years ago, I gave&nbsp;<em>Detroit Become Human</em>&nbsp;to my 14-year-old daughter for Christmas. We hadn&rsquo;t played video games since&nbsp;<a href="https://jacquelinedooley.medium.com/my-child-died-77a03034d5d3" rel="noopener">her sister died</a>&nbsp;two years prior. This was an attempt to resurrect our abandoned PS4 and perhaps make some new memories together.</p> <p>The minute she started playing the game, I was hooked. Sitting beside her on the couch, with a half-read book forgotten on my lap, I stared at the TV screen, fixated.</p> <p>If you&rsquo;re used to reading reviews for video games, then brace yourself, this one&rsquo;s going to be a little different.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/grief-book-club/how-i-found-meaning-and-connection-in-a-video-game-e2c1fdccd619"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>
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