Re: Sad part: He was normal.
Well, that is, for a given definition of "normal".
I'm 60 this year. I say that to establish that I have had the time to make friends and watch them evolve (no, I am not wearing a lab coat right now ;).
It is actually frightening me when I realize that, of the four score people that I have shared friendly dinners with over my years, there are no less than four that, since retiring, have gone off the deep end.
I'm not saying they're in a psychiatric hotel, I'm saying that there is no more meaningful conversation to be had with them. It's all about them. Their little lives (or what's left of them), posting their meals on Instagram (spoiler alert : nobody gives a flying one), and complaining about how they hurt here or there. Oh, nothing serious. No cancer, but something that gives them an excuse to talk about themselves and get attention.
Because somehow that's all they've got left in their own mind. Themselves.
Oh they'll ask how're you doing, sure, but right after they'll speed on to tell about their latest ache.
This AI attachment thing ? No surprise here. If they were proficient enough with computers, they'd already be mind-jacked into the system, lying on a bed with the implant, drooling from one side of the mouth.
The real issue is that this is not impacting retirees, but young people.
On the other hand, if The GovernmentTM is reading this article, they must be creaming their underwear . . .