Invisible flying machines are in the skies above us, remotely controlled, led by software, suspended between wonder and terror. For the artist and writer James Bridle Òthe drone stands in part for the network itself: an invisible, inherently connected technology making possible sight and action at a distanceÓ. To be aware of Òthe cloudÓ we are living in is a matter of power and to make the network visible is a recurrent concern in BridleÕs work.
Writer and critic Mirthe Berentsen starts from here to write a fictional futuristic short story about drones, death and digital post mortem life. Can we be reassumed by our digital legacy? Does our individuality correspond to the data we have left behind in chats, text messages, social networks? These are questions we should think about.