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a best heaven
Which one of us will die first?
In the process of me writing this, and of you reading this, we’ve entered into a strange contract. You’ve committed to reading a string of ideas that will never end, and I’ve committed to writing until I can’t anymore. It’s a strange contract because it, by nature, guarantees that one of us will break it. Not by choice, but by death.

what does ChatGPT dream of?
This is a follow-up to my previous essay Does God Trust Us?
What happens when you psychoanalyze something that has no psyche?

does God trust us?
To shape reality as a God might is a uniquely human ambition. We try to make sense of our world as if it were a theater: we author purpose, rehearse all that is godly, and replay acts of creation. From painting, to sculpture, to robotics and genetic editing, nowhere is our divine impulse less quaint than in the development of AI.