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Monday, August 11, 2008

To Do: Find Bin Laden Find Sarah Connor



Judging from the current flow of military technology to the civilian sphere-of-influence, how long will it be before SWAT teams, FBI, DEA and BATFE have access to exo-suits? The thought of any of these agencies with anything more powerful than a popgun is frightening enough.

Furthermore, if these exo-suits can be programmed, it can be hacked. Certain countries have already shown a talent for duplicating technology within hours of release, in which case we could expect to see Israel and China with development programs soon after deployment. From there, Russia and Saudi Arabia. With the addition of the AI element to promote autonomous function, how long would it take for a disastrous combination of firepower, willpower and intelligence to emerge? Imagine the fun that could be had with a viral control system.

I am certain that it's only a matter of time before we destroy ourselves; our behavior as a species hasn't improved enough to keep up with our ability to really screw things up.
Posted by Something Feral at 9:10 PM
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2 comments:

Elusive Wapiti said...

"I am certain that it's only a matter of time before we destroy ourselves; our behavior as a species hasn't improved enough to keep up with our ability to really screw things up."

That's certainly possible. One things for certain, though. We prefer the cold, cool feel of the chains of bondage to the scary and uncomfortable insecurity of liberty.

12/8/08 4:43 PM
Something Feral said...

As the old story goes:

A gaunt Wolf was almost dead with hunger when he happened to meet a House-dog who was passing by. "Ah, Cousin," said the Dog. "I knew how it would be; your irregular life will soon be the ruin of you. Why do you not work steadily as I do, and get your food regularly given to you?"

"I would have no objection," said the Wolf, "if I could only get a place."

"I will easily arrange that for you," said the Dog; "come with me to my master and you shall share my work."

So the Wolf and the Dog went towards the town together. On the way there the Wolf noticed that the hair on a certain part of the Dog's neck was very much worn away, so he asked him how that had come about.

"Oh, it is nothing," said the Dog. "That is only the place where the collar is put on at night to keep me chained up; it chafes a bit, but one soon gets used to it."

"Is that all?" said the Wolf. "Then good-bye to you, Master Dog."

Better starve free than be a fat slave.

12/8/08 4:52 PM

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