Galah's Agony Aunt delivers solicited – and some unsolicited – advice concerning your most pressing questions.
Dear Aunty Maude
Last week, my husband bought a shiny new tractor from the dealership in town. Next day, I sat in the kitchen and watched as the tractor worked its way up and down the paddocks, ploughing and planting as it went.
What terrified me was that, as I watched, my husband sat beside me, also watching. The tractor is an autonomous vehicle and it was doing my husband’s job. I haven’t been able to sleep since. I lie awake at night, my mind plagued by visions of a human-less future.
Autonomous vehicles, artificial intelligence, chat bots: where will it end?
Scared
Dear Scared
If artificial intelligence means never again laying eyes on a misplaced apostrophe, then I’m all for it.
