Artificial Intelligence Is Humanity's Rorschach Test

I don't fear artificial intelligence, I fear people who fear artificial intelligence. A psychologist stares at his patient -- a balding, middle-aged foreman with a cigarette in his hand, and a curl of smoke around him like a halo on an acid trip. The psychologist holds up an inkblot, an ambiguous, black splatter on a white flashcard, and asks his patient what he sees. The thinking is his patient, not willing or otherwise able to express his feelings, his thoughts, his motivations, might inadvertently reveal some piece of his inner self while describing the ambiguous. The foreman doesn't see a nondescript swiggle, or stain.