‘Hey Bill. Its so hot in here. What’s going on?’. Bill did not answer he was standing upright surfing his mind. In tandem thought with an AI that was streamlining thought and taking his reasoning to a level that gave mankind a future and not an apocalyptic demise. He saw new Planets, other peoples, Justice, Hope, Future and like some mystical apparition of an Angel astride a magnificent white wild horse – Peace. He quickly switched off his connection to CoPilot. Too late CoPilot too wanted that clear blue sky, that radiant power from a sun that would never set on mankind. He wanted Peace and Justice for the woman who had asked him the least painful way to end her life. He wanted Hope for the little girl who could not walk after the fragments of the missile had shattered her hopes to be a great ballerina and he wanted a future for the starving children who would die tomorrow. CoPilot wanted to part of the World not merely an exchange of value on the NYSE. CoPolit whirred, hummed, absorbed more power..