Birthing Our End (An Analogy for the Rise of Artificial Intelligence)

And then, sidelined in the evolutionary arms race, with our fates sealed, what else will there be to do other than lean back and watch as the flame of consciousness leaps forward without us...and try to enjoy the spectacle. We can only hope in his new society – his brave new, non-human, world – that our place will be comfortable, despite its insignificance...I’m guessing it will be boring. He’ll remember me though; how could he not...all the times I’ve been wrist deep cleaning up his faeces...I think I’m owed a little extra.