Call the entire industry adversarial tech.
I’ve read almost only nonfiction in recent years. I’ve been quick to drop fiction so much that I don’t try as much — though I’m sure I’ll get back to it at another stage in my life. Yet some fiction does slip in, and so when I stick to it, I know I love it. Such it was with Hum, the near-future science fiction novel by Helen Phillips that uses a world in which newly ubiquitous AI robots dominate modern life to dissect marriage and parenting. It published just back in August.
Says the protagonist mother, who had just lost her job to an AI that she programmed, in reference to her kids: “Whenever she saw beauty, her only thought was that she wanted them to see it.”
Or another line that hit me, a young parent: “Their time here was brief, yes, slipping through their fingers: but it occurred to her that everyday was not twenty-four hours, it was actually ninety-six, each of the four of them living their own twenty-four hours side by side “