Humanity is an assemblage of information-processing entities, and in that regard you have potential.
An idea so dangerous it can’t be discussed. I thought we buried all that nonsense back in the Dark Ages.
Mathematics is a terrible calling. It’s as merciless as gravity. It swallows the soul. There’s a point near a black hole called the last stable orbit. Once you drop below that radius, no force in the universe can stop you falling all the way in. ...
Without risk in our lives, we’re scarcely better than machines ourselves.
So much for the tolerant acceptance of the other. We’re forging out into deep space – who knows what we’ll meet out there? If we can’t even accept a robot and some talking elephants, what good are we going to be when we meet something strange...
