Part 1 — Descartes in Bed: The Moment the World Became a Graph It’s the winter of 1619. A young French soldier lies awake in bed, listening to the wind rattle the shutters of a cold Bavarian room. His name is René Descartes. Outside, Europe is tearing itself apart in the Thirty Years’ War — Catholics and Protestants fighting over truth, order, and God. Inside, Descartes has found something rarer than safety: solitude. He watches a fly crawl across the ceiling. In the half-li

Why the machines will never be truly intelligent in a humanly meaningful sense – no matter how clever they get. 1. The Cult of Computation There’s a new kind of priesthood rising from the glass towers of Silicon Valley. They wear hoodies instead of robes, speak in code rather than Latin, and promise a form of salvation: Artificial General Intelligence. Sam Altman, Geoffrey Hinton, Demis Hassabis, Ray Kurzweil – these men are the prophets of a new faith. They believe that inte

1. The Spell of the Machine Few ideas have shaped the modern world more profoundly than the belief that everything is, at bottom, a machine. When Newton described the laws of motion, Descartes separated mind from matter, and Bacon declared that nature should be “hounded in her wanderings,” the West was gripped by a dazzling new confidence: The world can be measured, modelled, and mastered. That faith powered modern science and engineering — and the results were extraordinary.

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It was one of those crisp winter afternoons in a suburban primary school, the kind where sunlight slants through the windows at just the...