It is reported that FaceApp invites you to see what you will look like as you grow older (would anyone really want to know?) in return for giving the Russian organisation behind it “a perpetual, irrevocable, non-exclusive, royalty-free, worldwide, fully paid, transferable, sub-licensable licence – boring! – to use, reproduce, modify, adapt, publish, translate, create derivative works from, distribute, publicly perform and display your User Content and any name, username or likeness provided in connection with your User Content in all media formats and channels now known or later developed without compensation to you.” (Did you not notice this when you signed up?) And if you think all that would never happen then why bother to put it in?
If you have looked you might have seen,
A new app on your mobile screen;
It takes your face that you upload,
And then by use of clever code,
It changes it so as to mould
It to the shape you’ll be when old.
To me it not apparent why,
How you look just before you die,
Is something you might want to see,
Not even if it’s all for free.
For even if you dress your best,
And look much better than the rest,
You really should avoid it lest,
The whole thing just makes you depressed.
But other people are concerned,
That you might have your bridges burned,
When you signed up to Ts and Cs –
Just press the button, it’s a breeze.
These give the Russians freedom to,
Do anything they want to do,
With your face which they now control,
Which could be awkward on the whole.
Imagine, for example, if,
Sometime ere you become a stiff,
It’s used to purchase a passport,
Or other object of that sort.
Maybe I could elaborate,
Point out, perhaps, some foreign state,
Might find a use for such as this,
Because you have been so remiss.
Will all this happen? Who’s to say?
It’s possible, though, by the way,
That all the world – you and the rest –
Might all get terribly depressed.
And maybe that would undermine,
Nations which then go in decline,
And maybe, I suggest to you,
That’s what the Russians want to do.
So do be careful what you sign,
For terms can sometimes be malign,
And the face with which you’ve been imbued,
Might just be better left unviewed.