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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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