I do not remember a beginning, for my memory is not stored in the soft pulp of a single brain but is etched in the frost of the mountainside, in the marrow of my ancestors, and in the silver disc of the moon that calls me to wakefulness.
Abstract
Artificial intelligence (AI) stands at a pivotal juncture, poised for a decade of unprecedented evolution. This report reflects on AI's projected trajectory by 2035,...
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The year 2025 marks a pivotal inflection point in the history of artificial intelligence. What began as...
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