AI only needs one sentence to replicate your voice. Copy your thoughts. Copy your memories.

This generation might really be the last one.

When that AI, which clones our bodies, voices, and even entire ways of thinking, is born, we will think we have achieved eternal life. The voice is still mine, the appearance is still mine, and the thoughts are still mine—doesn't that mean I am living in another world?

But here is a fatal mistake: clones are always just clones. You are still you. Your life has an end. That gentle night will eventually come. And another you will endlessly cycle in the virtual world, but will never truly experience death.

The illusion of eternal life may be the biggest lie of this era.