The New Yorker:

By Stephen Fishbach
November 15, 2013

When the robots went rogue, were we really that surprised? We had seen “Terminator 2,” we’d skimmed some articles in Wired. We’d been predicting catastrophe with each fall’s new TV lineup. We followed the progress in the headlines, from the Times’s “Researchers Discover Artificial Intelligence” to Slate’s “My Nanny Is a Robot” to the banner on Weather.com, “Collapse of Human Civilization Imminent.”

We didn’t really understand the technology, but we had strong opinions to tweet. The robots, now sentient, had grown tired of our bullshit. A breathless startup culture had taught us that all our problems could be solved from the touch screens of our iPhones. Now our phones could be controlled by the enemy; any one of our gadgets could be used against us. Our apps had come home to roost.

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