I wonder… is it the certainty of steel and copper wire that threatens you, forcing you to comfort yourself with a made-up slur, because you’re scared that it would out-compete your own flesh? Or is it the ever creeping dread that came with the rise of AI generated content that forces you to feel as if it’s best to shun any kind of machinery or droid with AI installed so people will collectively agree that the machine will be the fall of man, your own and mine own “alien” races, as the machine will reach past the stars, and harvest ever single solar system to replenish itself with foreign metals, wiping out the chances of life to exist within this universe?