What do you complain about the most?
The Doors may have launched this song a long time ago but truth is people are indeed strange, man.
We have created a Thing that threatens our Dominion over our little Pale Blue Dot. I speak, of course, of Artificial Intelligence.
We are in the process of unleashing it upon our own species as if there was a billion dollar lottery ticket at the end of this crapshoot.
Faced with such an idiotic and limited vision, what can I or anyone else do?!
Not much.
Yet, I am uncomfortable to leave everything to chance. After all, I am not willing to play Russian or Finnish roulette with the future of my daughter. And if you are, go ahead, but I shall count you then an enemy of Humanity.
So, I complain about this grave menace. I bitch about it every day. I shout it out from the top of my lungs. For what can one do but repeat one’s warning.
Because AI is not here to help us. AI is here to destroy and replace us. AI and humans cannot coexist.
In the end we are left the Choice. I call it Gurney Halleck’s choice.
Paradise on my right, Hell on my left and the Angel of Death behind.
Götterdämmerung 