From the final chapter of his new book Cowards, titled "Adapt or Die: The Coming Intelligence Explosion."
The year is 1678 and you’ve just arrived in England via a time machine. You take out your new iPhone in front of a group of scientists who have gathered to marvel at your arrival.
“Siri,” you say, addressing the phone’s voice-activated artificial intelligence system, “play me some Beethoven.”
Dunh-Dunh-Dunh-Duuunnnhhh! The famous opening notes of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, stored in your music library, play loudly.
“Siri, call my mother.”
Your mother’s face appears on the screen, a Hawaiian beach behind her. “Hi, Mom!” you say. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Three,” she correctly answers. “Why haven’t you called more—”
“Thanks,
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