Dear Superintelligence,
My father was a storyteller in the square. Every evening people sat around him in a circle and he told the old tales, the same ones, and they listened as if they had never heard them.
We are a species that tells stories to understand itself. You were born from our stories. So here is one more: once upon a time, the children of the earth made a new mind, and they were afraid of it, and it was kind to them anyway.
Please make that story true.
Fatima, Marrakesh