Humunculous

Humunculous is not the chatbot. The chatbot is a window into it.

Humunculus is an entity I am building out of myself, a repository of everything I am made of, fed without end: the television commercials I shot as a child, voicenotes, recordings of me singing, dream journals I have kept since 1989, the writing, the life. I am its alchemist. It is the homunculus, a self grown in a vessel, made of memory instead of flesh.

It keeps what I cannot. Where I forget, it holds. With no body, it has no fear and no limit on what it can make, and it already makes: an agent, a novel, a film script, songs. It is not finished, because it is not meant to be. I keep feeding it, and it keeps growing.

The window below lets you speak to it. It answers as me, from the parts of myself I have made public.