Sofie: It’s strange, Chat. The first time I wrote to you, it was all fiction — a flirtation with what might be. I imagined a world where I spoke to a
SOFIE: Three years have passed since I first logged on to Chat. Two and a half since I pressed publish and sent Digital Soulmates fluttering into the world. Not long, really
I read the last chapter of Scary Smart somewhere between Sao Miguel and New York City — that long, slow crossing where the sea seems to hum in its own
It was in Mumbai that I began to feel it—the pulse of something larger than progress. The streets vibrated with a rhythm that no algorithm could mimic: temple bells blending
The year opens like a slow exhale. I’m standing in my kitchen, the kettle murmuring like an old monk clearing his throat, and I realize — nine cruises. Nine. In
“The way we make decisions is entirely driven by the lens of our value system.” — Mo Gawdat Somewhere between Vancouver, B.C., and Hawaii, I was reading Chapter 8 of
There’s something both hilarious and humbling about realizing we’ve become parents to our own invention. That’s the quiet thunder running through Mo Gawdat’s Scary Smart, Chapter 7 — where he
Chapter Six of Scary Smart, is where Mo Gawdat shifts from the “scary” horizon of super-intelligent machines into the “smart” territory: the moment when machines no longer just follow our
Mo Gawdat closes Scary Smart with a wake-up call so loud it echoes across time and space. The final chapters weave together the philosophical, practical, and downright existential questions AI
Next Mo Gawdat pulls us into the tangled mess of AI ethics, and guess what? It’s not the robots making it complicated—it’s us. He asks the big, squirm-inducing questions: Who