Hello,
imaginary reader.

Putting aside the possibility that we could all end up eventually uploading our minds to the great cloud in the sky and have our simulated selves live on in perpetuity (until a solar flare hits), there’s no guarantee any of us make it out of here alive. We’ve been dealing with this fact as long as we’ve been evolving on planet Earth. It just so happens that we’re the only species acutely aware of our own mortality.

I don’t get to talk a lot with people who are as interested in Artificial Intelligence as I am.

In fact, I’d say that I’m not even as into it as I know others to be. I do, however, spend an unreasonable amount of time pondering it. This allows me a certain amount of conversational agility should I ever encounter a real nerd.

I kid.