A post jocularly characterizing AIs as our children reminded me of this stanza from Philip Larkin:
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
Many parents are excellent, of course (as mine are). But what kind of parents we are to AI remains to be seen ….
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