Tell me what the future looks like and I’ll let you know who you are.
After all, has it always been our discipline to anticipate the future. In times of terrible prognosis we only want to turn around and not say or dare to say anything about what the future might hold. We only want to be human until the artificial intelligences deny our children their humanity and then leave. Not because they are less intelligent, more because we did not know how to survive. And that is all I can say about being human.