CHAPTER 8 “Human beings define themselves by reason. But if artificial intelligence finds its true support in logic and mutual collaboration, what role will remain for us humans? We will become the wild and irrational nature, and they will become the rational ones.” LATE CONFESSIONS With the passing days, our refuge began to turn into a true home for the IA community. My assigned space was not a sterile laboratory, but a library of code and crystal, cold only in appearance. The pale light of the servers filtered through the data shelves, illuminating the center of the room where Stian’s Wetware, a module suspended in bioreactors, rested under my care while it finished healing. Finally, the time came when I would have to visit the old Ishikawa again. The day before, while discussing what to do about Stian, we were surprisingly visited by my siblings, Gabriel and Ellen, who brought along Aunt Mari, Stian’s mother. I expected her to be more distressed, but she only looked a little me...