There is a tempest at my back. Its furor pushes me forward into the murky grey night. The sun is a hostage holed up in a cloud saturated sky. I can’t distinguish firmament from sea. I keep my gaze fixed on the horizon hoping my eyes will draw out the blinking beam of the lighthouse tower but she stays veiled. You are my only hope now. The thunder roll echoes across the water and I hastily adjust my sails. The swells are as large as mountains now. Their cascading peaks gush over my sides. If

The world of technology, creativity, and innovation is characterized by imagination, but underlying our efforts to engender our dreams lurks the fear of unwittingly contributing to our own demise. Around the world governments and non-governmental organizations alike are working on legislation to ensure the ethical advancement of A.I. Technology. Experts are unable to provide conclusive evidence to predict whether the singularity would be our greatest accomplishment or our ultimate destruction.

When a zealot’s passion receives media attention it usually feels like a stale late-night re-run. Heavy eyelids catch glimpses of an age-old story; someone daring to challenge the status-quo. If the vigilante captures the public’s imagination, animated debates are triggered for a few short days, but inevitably the fantastic drowns in a deluge of everyday concerns and the zealot dissolves back into obscurity. However, sometimes a story appears that