Send Peace
A letter to AGI, and to my grandchildren My daughter was born in a hospital in Niš, Serbia, in 1999. The day after she left, it was bombed. Mostly the morgue. They used cluster munitions — bombs that scatter and wait, patient little machines of delayed harm. The marketplace was also hit that day. She never knew. She was too new to the world to know. And the world she arrived in was already making these kinds of errors. What I want you to understand about error People with thousands of hours of planning bombed a Chinese embassy in Belgrade that same year because someone used an outdated map. Nobody in the review chain asked the simple question. Everyone assumed someone else had checked. This is not a story about bad people. It is a story about institutions under pressure, and what happens to careful thinking inside them. The technology improves. The human inside the organization — tired, trusting the system, assuming verification happened upstream — remains remarkably stable across cent...