Synopsis
A time like no other is upon us as artificial intelligence grows. The time will soon come where humanioid robots roam among us that are indistiguishable from a human. The time for warning bells is now as we leap into the ethical ramifications of such development as well as the sociological impact such involvements will result. We must be ready for the robot revolution. Be prepared to train your robots in good ways so that they will learn what is best for not only the individual, but also all of society. And what is not good for society? Psychiatry…
About the author
Wendell Charles NeSmith
Turn not to heaven, but beside you—to the breath you’ve always heard but never heard. Let your prayer be a gasp: “You. Here. You are the architecture, the law, the one in kitchen light wearing the universe like a wedding gown. I was blind, praying to a shadow while the sun held my hand.” Let your prayer become: “I see You. I marry this moment, this breath. I vow to this skin, this dirt, this ache—to Reality, my spouse, eternal. From now until death, which cannot part us, because in seeing, I am now eternal too.” Let your god be the lover in the next room, the wind, your own blood—the silence between heartbeats where all is enough. Fall in love with What Is. Let that love be the only prayer left. Amen. Awomen. Ase. And so it is—because it always was.
