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“A inteligência artificial não é uma espécie de rutura radical. A inteligência artificial não é uma máquina do futuro, hostil aos valores humanos, que nos levará a todos para o desemprego. A inteligência artificial é o próximo passo na disseminação e utilidade do conhecimento, que é a verdadeira fonte de riqueza das nações. Não devemos receá-la. Devemos fazer com que funcione, de forma intencional e refletida, para que crie mais valor do que perturbações para a sociedade. Já está a ser utilizada para potenciar e não para substituir a inteligência humana.”

Quote by Tim O'Reilly

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WTF?: What's the Future and Why It's Up to Us

This book delves into the complexities of the future, discussing various trends and challenges, and encourages readers to consider their personal impact on the world's trajectory. more

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Tim O'Reilly
Tim O'Reilly

Tim O'Reilly is a prominent figure in the fields of technology publishing and media. He is known for his contributions to open source software, creative sharing, and digital publishing. more

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