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“Ésta es la verdadera razón detrás de las recesiones económicas recurrentes y de la agudización de problemas como el desempleo: la tecnología, componente esencial dentro de las actividades productivas, está reemplazando rápidamente a los seres humanos en la producción de bienes económicos. Simplemente hemos llegado a un punto histórico en donde se vislumbra la culminación de esta tendencia: la posibilidad de delegar totalmente las actividades productivas a las máquinas automáticas.”

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Book:El Universo Antrópico
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