The voice was gentle, like a scalpel petting the short hairs of your throat.

All his life he had lived by the law. Often his job had been to stop acts of revenge....And now revenge was all that life had left for him.

Sometimes the biggest disasters aren't noticed at all – no one's around to write horror stories.

He claimed that nearby gun thunder cleared the mind - but most everybody else agreed it made you daft.

I am suggesting that we recognize that in network and interface research there is something as profound (and potential wild) as Artificial Intelligence.

The work that is truly productive is the domain of a steadily smaller and more elite fraction of humanity.

The problem is not simply that the Singularity represents the passing of humankind from center stage, but that it contradicts our most deeply held notions of being.