To say his story was harrowing would be an understatement. Creeping through snake-ridden, swampy jungles in the night. The killing of innocents. Watching a fellow serviceman die. Beheadings. It was no wonder to me that he had nightmares.
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My purpose with this post is to educate you on the art of the possible, the art that is a lie that tells a lie. Don’t hate it, or fight it, for it will come just like any technology eventually comes, pushing aside the past to make room for the future. AI will decide who gets insurance, and who does not. AI will decide what you pay for a mortgage, and what you see on the news. AI will know if your child is gay or not, even before they do. AI will predict when you will die, with stunning accuracy.
He was a crusty, retired New York City cop, now driving a cab. I was an IBM manager on my way to the airport. We struck up a conversation.