For information, the Turing test proves to be surprisingly accommodating: it readily welcomes all species, whether terrestrial or from elsewhere.
Now, when you fill out a quiz, it becomes essential to specify whether the interlocutor - who is not physically in front of you - is made of flesh and blood or whether it is a computer program among the most accomplished of our time.
What a strange question, all the same! After a careful investigation into my personality and my tastes as an author, here I am confronted with this singular question. I also note that the site which administers this test neglects to ask itself whether, for its part, it is not itself a artificial intelligence.
As for me, I'm human through and through, whether I like it or not. And I'm doing pretty well, even though I know I have fewer years left to live than I've already lived.
In our time of deep technological mutations and societal, such a question retains a degree of presumption. Yet, it must be admitted: the more time passes, the more certain professions die out while others are born. It is an irreversible process, until the day when the change itself becomes a rupture in our way of life.
