I enjoyed the Unfinished Parable of the Sparrows by Bostrom, which was sort of a prelude to Superintelligence:
It was the nest-building season, but after days of long hard work, the sparrows sat in the evening glow, relaxing and chirping away.“We are all so small and weak. Imagine how easy life would be if we had an owl who could help us build our nests!”[...]
It was the nest-building season, but after days of long hard work, the sparrows sat in the evening glow, relaxing and chirping away.
“We are all so small and weak. Imagine how easy life would be if we had an owl who could help us build our nests!”
[...]
I enjoyed the Unfinished Parable of the Sparrows by Bostrom, which was sort of a prelude to Superintelligence: