Ghost in the Machine: The Perils of Trusting AI with the Human Soul

Imagine, if you will, the disheveled and bespectacled Jonathan Swift sitting in some 18th-century coffeehouse, the kind where the walls sweat nicotine and the patrons, neck-deep in ink-stained manuscripts, debate everything from Newtonian physics to the moral turpitude of the age.

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