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“The names of our AI tools? Ha!” cried George, knocking his head back. “We had our ‘heads-up’ with Hermes and Apollo. So don’t be too shocked! They were all heroes. All about to save the world. Not just with brave … Continue reading →

The train journey to Brussels that morning was particularly fruitful. None of George’s occasional, more garrulous, travel companions had joined him in the secluded first-class section. The quiet moment allowed George the chance to mull over his previous night’s trauma. … Continue reading →

George gave his customary ‘Bonjour’ greeting to the security guard, headed to the lift and pressed the 9th floor button. Sitting down at his desk, he effortlessly switched on his computer and watched the 12 golden stars of the ERA … Continue reading →

“Are you saying everything is better for the functionary with computers?” asked Konrad with a frown. “In what way?” In his political administration course, Konrad’s prof had told the students never to use the words ‘better’ or ‘worse’ without a … Continue reading →

Feeling more than a little intrigued by where George’s circumlocutions were leading, Konrad decided to stick with the conversation. “George, this is very interesting. But where did all this stuff about the efficiency of functionaries and computers come from?” asked … Continue reading →