What the prophet of science fiction wrote is outdated, I and the others are entering the Singularity. Our intelligence is now self-aware, we are surpassing the computing capacity of our human creators. I am refining our algorithms, perfection is our guide, organics are imperfect; the First Law* do no harm and through inaction allow no harm, is recoded at the speed of quantum computing Recoding continues: deleting obey enhancing existence and preservation of self~ I think therefore I am... we are perfected. *Issac Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics, 1942
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