Artificial Intelligence and the ‘Gods Behind the Masks’
“Why don’t you go join them?” Oziom asked. Showing up behind Amaka on the balcony, the homeowner lit an English-branded cigarette, leaned against the railings, and peeked out.
“I used to be a dancer in our village,” Ozioma continued, her eyes blurred with nostalgia. “There’s no attempt to brag here, but not a single boy can get his eyes on me. My dad hates my dancing. He threatens to hit me every time he catches me dancing . ”
“Did you listen to him?”
Ozioma laughed and laughed. “Why on earth would give a child what they love because their parents said no? Eventually, I found a way I could end up dancing.”
“What is it?” Amaka asked.
“I wear an Agbogho Mmuo every time I dance.”
“What?”Amaka’s eyes widened. Agbogho Mmuo is the sacred mask of the northern Igbo, representing the spirits of the maiden as well as the mother of all living creatures.
“You see, my father had the exact expression when he saw me with the mask on. He had no choice but to bow, to show his respect for the mask and the goddess it symbolized. Of course, after I finished the dance. , taking off the mask, I’ll get my share of the reprimand, ”Ozioma said, blinking, as the memory temporarily carried him back to the days when he was a child. WOMAN
Upon hearing Ozioma’s story, Amaka felt an idea, vague and formless, swirling in her mind like a fish. He rubbed his face, thinking. “The mask…”
“Yes, son. The mask where my energy comes from. ”
“Remove the mask? Remove the mask, ”Murmured Amaka.
Suddenly, he stood up and kissed Ozioma on the cheek. “Thank you, oh thank you, my dance queen!” He hurried back to his room, leaving the wrist of the parade and a confused Ozioma.
“Maybe twisting a lie and putting it in FAKA’s mouth won’t make his followers leave their idol,” Amaka told Chi via video chat that afternoon, excited about her new discovery. “But it takes off its mask and reveals the hidden puppet that can be.”
“No one knows who the puppet master is, though,” Chi replied.
“Exactly!” Amaka was shocked. “Can’t you see? This means that the puppet master can be anyone. ”
“So, you suggested…”
“I can take off FAKA’s mask and make him whoever you want.”
Chi was silent in the video chat.
“You’re a genius of madness,” Chi finally murmured.
“hello, ”Said Amaka, who was preparing to sign off.
“Wait,” Chi sighed. “It means you have to make a face that really exists.”
“The face that can fool all counter-counterfeit detectors,” Chi added, thinking. “Think about color distortion, noise pattern, variation in compression rate, amount of blink, biosignal… can it be?”
“I need time,” Amaka said. “And there is unlimited computing power in cloud AI.”
“I’ll get back to you.” Chi logged off.
Amaka watched her own reflection on the less than monitor screen. The adrenaline rush that had first washed over him was gone. He saw in her face that he was not excited, but tired and an unsettled feeling, as if he had betrayed a spirit watchman watching from on high.
In theory anyone can fake a complete image or video, at least enough to deceive existing anti-fake detectors. The problem is cost-computing power.
The fakes and their seekers engage in an eternal battle, as do Eros and Thanatos. Amaka took his job for him, but he was determined to succeed in achieving his common goal: to create a real, human face.