We humans have millions of years of evolutionary baggage that makes us regard competition in a deadly light.

We're endangered by our own success.

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

Within thirty years, we will have the technological means to create superhuman intelligence. Shortly after, the human era will be ended.

Peregrine Wickwrackscar was flying. A pilgrim with legends that went back almost a thousand years-and not one of them could come near to this!

Poor humans; they will all die.""Poor us; we will not.

I argue in this paper that we are on the edge of change comparable to the rise of human life on Earth.