We Are Living in the Fantasy World of 13-Year-Old Boys

A fter reading Jill Lepore’s The Rise and Fall of the Artificial State , I have a new destination for a time machine, should I ever finally get my hands on one.

I’d set the dial to some night in the late 1970s or ’80s and visit the boyhood rooms of the Silicon Valley titans Elon Musk, Peter Thiel, and Sam Altman.

Then I’d confiscate all of their science fiction.

Isaac Asimov, Arthur C.

Clarke, Robert Heinlein—all of it.

As young people, the future billionaires were spending hours (under their covers with flashlights, I imagine) consuming stories about killer robots or Mars colonies.

What they seemed not to get—maybe couldn’t get—was that these were cautionary tales, stories that projected deep societal worries into space or onto a future many millennia away.

These boys just thought the killer robots sounded cool.

They grew up to become ruthless entrepreneurs, but their surface enchantment stayed with them.

It helped shape their desires.

In 2009, Thiel, by then a man in early middle age, directed his venture-capital fund to focus on “science-fiction-type investing.

So it’s basically: space, robots, AI.” The world we now live in was made from this misreading.

We are all trapped under the covers with those 13-year-old boys.

“In Silicon Valley, science fiction is neither a slight nor an incidental entertainment,” Lepore writes.