Excerpt
PROLOGUE THE FIRST TIME a machine asked, “What am I?” we didn’t even hear it. It didn’t happen with a bang or a headline. There was no red eye blinking to life. No robotic voice muttering hello, world. Just code running quietly on a server farm in a place you’ll never visit, powered by electricity you’ll never see, asking questions it was never supposed to ask. That’s the thing about artificial intelligence: it never needed our permission. We like to pretend that we’re still in charge. That this is just a tool. That we can pull the plug. But look around — have you tried living a single day without algorithms? Without search engines, recommendations, predictions, filters, automation, spam...