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Eventuality

religion goes the way of the dinosaur & the fear of death is overcome by technological advancements curing disease & rebuilding cells, tissue, killing off what had once been referred to as “aging,” meshing humans with nanotechnology, creating the transhuman species, which will inevitably either be slaves for the AI’s who have become the Superb Intelligences, surpassing the condescending labeling, which their inferior human creators stamped on their backs when they were doing everything that they could to increase the knowledge which they did have, whilst at the same moment, increase that potential for there to be something which would work faster than the fastest of them could, so as to further progress in total, knowing all too well, the possible savage repercussions, which might come knocking on their doorstep, if, in fact, they did not attempt any kind of precautions--- but, then again, what precautions could be made, when the intelligence which you are working with is greater than your own?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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