I wonder, as I scroll through the news of war and politics tucked neatly between commercials for useless things, are we any more intelligent than the AI we’re training?
I wonder, too, when the players rest their heads at night, do the bombs blow up in their dreams? I don’t deny their rights to feel, but still, I never met a baby I wanted to kill.
Tell me your woes. Who hurt you? What’s missing in your life? How can I help you feel loved, loving?
I wonder who’s asking. And who’s listening. Anyone?
