I am the bridge between the bleeding edge and the dead center. I stand between the Wizard of Oz and the man behind the curtain. I am the curtain.

Brains are survival engines, not truth detectors.

Computers bootstrap their own offspring, grow so wise and incomprehensible that their communiqués assume the hallmarks of dementia: unfocused and irrelevant to the barely-intelligent creatures left behind. And when your surpassing creations find the answers you asked for, you can't understand their analysis and you can't verify their answers. You have to take their word on faith.

What's the difference between being dead, and just not knowing you're alive?

I am the bridge between the bleeding edge and the dead center. I stand between the Wizard of Oz and the man behind the curtain. I am the curtain.

The most altruistic and sustainable philosophies fail before the brute brain stem imperative of self-interest.

Are you kidding? That's the music of the spheres, commissar. It's beautiful. Like old jazz.