The transhuman era

A new story for a new season

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  • Published 20230502
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-83-2
  • Extent: 264pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

ON AN ENGLISH summer’s day last year, I turned from my computer to gaze at the green plane tree leaves swaying softly on their branches beyond my office balcony window. It was a moment of sun-­drenched beauty, but as I took it in I shivered, a thin film of tears welling in my eyes. Did I really have less than ten years to live? 

I wasn’t thinking about cancer, a car accident, suicide or nuclear war. I was thinking about artificial intelligence. The emergence of an AI-­saturated world had long been etched into my map of the future, but I’d previously felt insulated from this possibility by the buffer of a couple of decades. 

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Elise Bohan

Elise Bohan is a senior research scholar at the University of Oxford’s Future of Humanity Institute. She holds a PhD in macrohistory and wrote...

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