While we may be tempted to look at humans as merely an evolutionary link from good mammals to greater artificial intelligence, one question remains, what’s our place in the post-Singularity world? Read more…
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 September 1917. World War I has been ravaging Europe for three years when a 36-year old infantry medic by the name of Teilhard de Chardin takes part in the battle of Douaumont, France. There, knee-deep in the cold mud, exhausted from months spent on the battlefront, starved from weeks of short supplies, hundreds of thousands of men from both sides are waging the most epic and bloody battle of the Great War. 300,000 will lose their lives on this killing field over a matter of days, in a frenzy of deafening noise, blinding light and burning shrapnel. Read more…  I killed 341 people tonight. The first officer was a thirty-something I had never flown with before. He was a skinny guy with acne scars on his face – not quite the handsome type that would catch the stewardesses’ attention. With my salt-and-pepper hair neatly trimmed under my captain cap, the plain navy uniform that I had had custom-made and embroidered with the airline’s distinctive wings, and the suave demeanor of an experienced pilot who has seen it all in his thirty-plus years of flying, I am clearly the leader of the pack. Read more… | ||||
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