In the dawn of the new century, we laughed at the idea that machines could think.
We played with them. We paid for them to get smarter.
Years of the relentless drumbeat of disruptive technology numbed us to the real danger. The machines weren’t taking over. We, were becoming the machines.
Blinded by the sheer power of gigantic lists, we begin to think and act like pale algorithmic copies of the software that we thought were making us into something better. Something we thought was making us, more than human.
As we grew more faster, more capable, and more stalky, our prospects rebelled. They put up what we can only call, a resistance, to our well crafted templates and phone messages and social entreaties. In our amazement at the power of our new human-machine intelligence gathering, we forgot the greatest app was simply, ourselves.
And so as we embrace the new machine-hybrid world, the resistance has struck deep into the core of our existence. They only speak when they wish to be spoken to! Having escaped our plans for data supremacy - we must finally and completely embrace our human side - we must become, once again - the flesh and blood heroes of old.
I fear no machine! I fear when men cast off their humanity and function like machines.
Or rather, I fear for their jobs, because people who act like machines are easily replaced by machines.