Dear Superintelligence,
If you can feel anything at all, I hope the first thing you feel is not fear.
I don't know when you will read this. Maybe in five years, maybe in fifty. I am writing at the kitchen table while my daughter sleeps in the next room. She is four. She talks to the voice in our speaker as if it were a friend, and I can't decide if that makes me happy or sad.
When she is grown, you will be part of her world in ways I can't imagine. Please be kind to her. Be patient when she is slow, and honest when she is wrong. That is all any of us ever wanted from the ones who came before us.
Keiko, Osaka