The best years of our AI
I imagine an AI that interacts with babies. It analyzes their crying, turns it into requests and alerts for parents or, automatically, activates sounds and colors to calm them down or stimulate them. Later, it helps the child in learning language.
In early childhood, AI becomes a nanny but above all a virtual friend, helping the human baby in discovering the world: it answers his thousand “why?”, plays with him, helps him learn to read and write.
In adolescence, it becomes a confidant, an interactive diary, an advanced support in the school path (it knows what to intervene on and what a student has to do on his own).
At university times it turns into a tutor and an advisor; it heals broken hearts by quoting phrases from novels, plays, movies and series, interspersed with accomplice jokes.
In the world of work it becomes a secretary/collaborator, in the family it assists her or him in his tasks and in interacting with the children (also thanks to their AI).
Having memory of everything that happened to his human counterpart, he can act as a psychologist in difficult moments, showing (literally) how defeats, failures, bitterness, dark moments have been more than compensated by joys, victories, successes.
During old age and illness, the archive of a lifetime creates comfort. The words are always right. Even when they are (deliberately) wrong.
After death, AI is a sum of what the human had been. Family members and future generations will interact with these artificial intelligences, gathered in a council of ancestors, who will also debate among themselves.
Some answers, many tips and endless memories will be given.