Ah, autumn in America. It’s time for some of our favorite seasonal rituals: leaf-drenched pumpkin patches, foamy lattes, retro barn jackets, and yet another self-reported Anthropic AI researcher declaring to the world that the product he’s been working on might just murder us all.
It’s almost become charming, these occasional alarming cries sent over the Internet, shouting that the technological end is inevitably near. They harken to seasonal marvels like the annual ruby-throated hummingbird migration, except imagine the hummingbirds depressed, demoralized, flying through robot shrapnel, and… Read More in Real Clear Politics