It’s been a whole day since Hologram Tupac made his contentious debut performance at Coachella, so of course it’s time for some open-ended speculation. OK, ready for this? According to the Wall Street Journal, Dr. Dre is not content letting Hologram Tupac blow minds and then return to the mute darkness in which he resides — instead, Dre is actually considering bringing him on tour. Says the WSJ, “Representatives for Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg plan to discuss logistics for a tour involving the two performers and the virtual Tupac, according to a person familiar with the discussions. One option would be a tour in stadiums, involving other hip-hop stars, including Eminem, 50 Cent, and Wiz Khalifa. Alternately, they could stage a more limited tour, featuring only Dre, Snoop Dogg and the virtual Tupac, in smaller arenas.” Adds Ed Ulbrich of Digital Domain Media Group, the company that birthed Hologram Tupac, “This is just the beginning. Dre has a massive vision for this.”

Are you horrified right now? You might be horrified right now. And I feel you, I really do: Wherever one may stand on the actual physical and visual qualifications of Hologram Tupac, the reality it augurs — deceased artists being brought back digitally, all willy-nilly — is a bit queasy-making. This is it, you’re thinking. The line has been crossed forever. And by the time my children are old enough to sneak out of the house with booze they stole from my liquor cabinet, they will be doing so in order to go to shows being involuntarily performed by spirits from beyond. Look, you’re jumping the gun. This is an emotional time for all of us. Maybe it’s all a bit too much, too soon to be coming to conclusions?

Right now, opinions are flying fast and furious. Gizmodo calls Hologram Tupac “disquieting” (and also not a hologram). The Huffington Post insinuates Hologram Tupac is “just creepy.” And Vulture warns, “See you at Ghost Coachella 2013.” On the other hand, Tupac’s mother, Afeni Shakur, who signed off on the whole endeavor ahead of time, is reportedly thrilled with the result. And, very simply, it gave Jalen Rose chills.

So here’s what I’m saying: Let Hologram Tupac tour — arenas, stadiums, bowling alleys, backyard barbecues, my apartment, wherever — and then let the people decide for good if we are ready to traverse this breach. Let Hologram Tupac get out there and mix it up with the masses; either they’ll run toward his ice-cold ghost arms, or they will flee to the hills in terror. But one way or the other, we’ll know if it’s time. Unleash the Hologram Tupac.