According to Stanley Kubrick’s film 2001, fifty-eight years ago space agency functionaries talked like eunochs, robots, and none-dared-say-them-nay organization men. A year and a couple of months later, Neil Armstrong stepped off the LEM ladder’s final rung, and life imitated art.
A modest lifetime later, ChatGPT, HAL’s more or less legitimate grandchild, like his grandsire before him, only wants what’s best for you. No, really….
In between these two determinative fabrications, we had Brazil and Blade Runner. None of our best and brightest paid a damned bit of attention to them….