It’s if and when we build a conscious robot that we may have to worry. Daniel H. Wilson BOLTHOLE, FEBRUARY 18TH, 1002. “Three contacts, bearing five three degrees from the ecliptic, three one degrees from Galactic North. Range, two hundred and eighty-one million kilometers. Velocity, point three two light. Acceleration, five hundred and ninety gravities.” The Com Officer was repeating the words of the Tactical Officer, who was speaking them into the voice com. The officer looked over at the station that had been shoehorned in next to his own on the light cruiser’s bridge. Greshra returned the gaze as she repeated the words verbatim. “Three contacts, bearing five three degrees from the ecliptic, three one degrees from Galactic North. Range, two hundred and eighty-one million kilometers. Velocity, point three two light. Acceleration, five hundred and ninety gravities.” She felt the contact with her sister, on the bridge of the battleship that was over three light minutes away.
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