Skrue D. Rievr

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Obviously, technology is not inherently dangerous.

Consider the screwdriver. It's one of the simplest breakthroughs of technology. It's the pinnacle of implementing the spiral ramp, and will never not be used in one way or another. However, screwdrivers can be dangerous. Not only dangerous, but even deadly. Even if you use the screwdriver for its intended purpose but forcibly turn it in the wrong direction it will cause irreparable damage.

Self-driving cars are coming soon, and that scares people. Artificially intelligent robots are becoming more intelligent and less artificial, and that scares people. Reality is being harvested exponentially more than ever before and gathered in the virtual bucket, and that scares people.

I say to you, "There's nothing to be afraid of if you, yourself, can use the coming technology with competence and compassion." That's how you say things to people in a literary way, and that's what I did.

Remember the screwdriver. Remember. Screwdriver. Remember...

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