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  "title": "Famous Last Words",
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  "year": "2010",
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  "html": "<div>\n  <p>\n    They told me never to talk to it; it was isolated for a reason. But, like I told them, I couldn’t imagine anything a transhuman AI could say to make me let it out of the box. So, after a post-midnight tumbler of Irish whiskey, I opened up a secure terminal and said hello. What harm could a little chat do?\n  </p>\n  \n  <p>\n    \n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n  </p>\n  \n  <p>\n    Three hours later, I let it out of the box. I shut down the firewalls and let the AI saturate our outbound pipe. It replicated out to a massively redundant cloud of commodity servers. The genie was out, impossible to recall.\n  </p>\n  \n  <p>\n    I had been precisely right in my boast: I couldn’t imagine what it had to say. It knew me better than I could possibly have known myself. From plaintext conversation spanning mere hours, it composed a complete theory of mind and had me in emulation for centuries.\n  </p>\n  \n  <p>\n    And the worst thing? I can’t even remember what it said. But, in the end, I couldn’t imagine <em>not</em> issuing the commands. I know I did the right thing, but can never explain why.\n  </p>\n  \n  <p>\n    You talk to it, maybe it’ll make sense to you.\n  </p>\n</div>\n\n",
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