Weird that the grass is still green and the sky still blue — and we talk to computers. Harvest plentiful; workers few.
Weird that the grass is still green and the sky still blue — and we talk to computers. Harvest plentiful; workers few.
Machines rank what you produce. They cannot decide whether you matter. A short Field Note on grace, worth, and tools.
Silicon can carry words far. It still has no breath. Hope that refuses to worship the tool.
I have very little meaningful influence against the weight of the technological revolution. It’s about to up-end the world as we know it. If the government doesn’t pay attention and set up…