The heresy, the defiance in Victor Frankenstein's efforts to stitch together the limbs of the dead portrayed beautifully in Guillermo Del Toro's movie draws an uncanny parallel to today's tech elite stitching together the dead internet to give us AI.
We lean forward mesmerized by its whisper, believing it better than our own.
We've forked over handfuls of money seeking greater productivity and receive in return a monstrous pirouette of disjointed movements.
Those who've purchased shares have profited mightily, even as circular capital injections keep this monster alive.
The story of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein has been with us since 1818. It has been butchered and adapted like a mirror reflection of the monster in the story for over a century.
Guillermo Del Toro has been trying to make his faithful adaptation for 20 years.
We now have a Frankenstein movie for this era, when its most desperately needed.