When I dreamt of ai as a young man it was forlorn and wistful
houris and hyperspace utopias
bordered by vast unobtainable tracts of time
vectors that my trajectory would never span
except as nebulous unconscious fragments
in the children of my children’s children.
Today I woke from a dream of AI
that involved interfacesand alingment
and yes it is still far away
but we are talking clouds not stars
and its windy on the beach
Orders of Magnitude