Today’s science fiction is optimised for people who want to feel deep without putting in any effort. Spaceships that look like perfume ads. Photogenic but evil artificial intelligences. Revolutions led by sixteen-year-olds with perfect hair. It works because the average consumer is fundamentally an idiot — and the people producing content know it, measure it, and build entire businesses on top of it.
I write about science. About artificial intelligence — the real kind, not the one from presentations with animated slides. About technology as a system of constraints rather than solutions. About things that complicate, not things that reassure.
My starting point is simple: if technology solves everything, the story is fake. If technology complicates everything, the story becomes human. That applies to fiction, to how we talk about AI, to almost everything.
If you’re here to be told that the future will be bright and fair, you’ve come to the wrong blog.
