The question is always met by silence. It’s “the next step.” It’s been the dream of science fiction for a century.
Here is part of the answer. I was in Kansas on an early summer morning 20 years ago. A soft breeze, a gathering warmth. I got into my host’s car. He jacked up the air conditioning and hit the gas. Outside, balmy and natural, inside things turned freezing. I asked, “Why do Americans do this, blast up the AC when a summer day feels good?” He thought. “Because we can.”
So with AI: Because we can. We’ll dream up the benefits (which are real) and later concede the risk (AI agents may hack into the electric grid serving Chicago in an operation so deep, broad and confounding it won’t be fully up and back for months).
The benefits and risk cloak more central driving factors among AI titans: the will to power, the desire for wealth, the hunger to be in charge. The sheer technological sweetness, too—the hard problem followed by the elegant answer. Scientists involved in technological breakthroughs always have a sweet spot.


