What does the 'alien chess' of an unpredictable future *really* look like? We can't know. We won't. We'll just think it's something that is 'happening'. Like the fires right now in Los Angeles, perhaps (not to minimize that sad, unfortunate tragedy in any way, nor those affected by it). It might seem, feel, like just regular, old 'life'. The kind of thing that most would put off to a raw deal, bad luck. The 'butterfly effect'. Who doesn't think that ASI wouldn't manipulate others, in relation to ourselves, in order to achieve, via subornation, its goals? What if someone appeared to you, at some point, for reasons you both know — in your bones — to be entirely genuine, and offered you that which you most desire? Max von Sydow's monologue (as the character Joubert) towards the end of Sydney ...