I dreamed a dream in time gone byAnd this is still entertaining:
When hope was high,
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid
When dreams were made and used,
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung,
No wine untasted.
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
As they turn your dreams to shame.
And still I dream he'll come to me
And we will live our lives together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather...
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seems
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.
What You’re Getting Wrong About China and AI
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In a new interview, the journalist Yi-Ling Liu argues the AI arms race
between the United States and China risks becoming a self-fulfilling
prophecy.
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