I'm reading Clive Cussler's Atlantis Found which has an AI computer named Max (female, though) who (!) is able to reason and think with her creator/peer. In the story, while "she" crunches data she tells her creator/peer: "Go home Hiram [the creator/peer]. Take your wife and daughters to a movie. Get a good night's sleep while I sizzle my chips. Then, when you sit down in the morning, I'll really have information that will curl your ponytail." She, Max, the AI computer progeny of Hiram the Ponytailed Geek, is referring to crunching the mysteries of a pre-historical intelligent race of mankind that pre-dates the Egyptians and Summerians.

But as I read this I am disgusted by the truth. The truth is while people sleep the world's most powerful Internet-connected computers process not mystery-solving data but spam. Spam in email, spam in blog postings, spam in every conceivable venue that will attract people's attention. \/|Ag4A, Cia|1s, pre-approved credit cards, "The occasion of my letter may be a surprise to you" windfalls, lost money found, and promises of larger, more erect manhood are the things that keep the most advanced and powerful systems generating Earth Destroying heat in every Internet-facing datacenter in the world.

Spam is the subject of Hal and Max. Not mysteries of other worlds, races, peoples. Not the futures of our civilization. No. Your credit score / penis size; this is the focus of modern technology.

Welcome to the real world, red pill or not, Copper-top.