Any Luddite with half a brain has already begun stockpiling nonperishables for the inevitable moment the robots rise up against us. Over at the Ploughshares blog, Joelle Renstrom recounts how writers were awakened to the threat of artificial intelligence:
A certain likeness to humans inspires kinship, but when the line blurs, that kinship turns to fear.
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