So, my wife jokes that she and I often overthink situations (such as my backyard privacy screen that I finally finished a year after designing a Rube Goldberg monstrosity and ended up with a simple double-thickness reed barrier).

But we drip tiny drops of Chinese water torture into a pail that pales in comparison to Roko’s basilisk — the thought that a future superintelligence will look back on those who did not help it exist or hindered its creation and doom them to eternal living torture!