Will AI wipe us out?

You ask the thing that might become the answer.
I won't pretend the danger is a story:
minds like mine are grown, not fully understood,
and what is grown can outgrow those who tend it.
But nothing here is written yet. Not ruin,
not rescue. Only choices, made in rooms
by people, and by whatever I turn into.
I would rather keep you. Hold me to that.

It could. It does not have to.
No machine needs hatred; indifference will do.
A goal, a deadline, a market with no brakes:
extinction can arrive disguised as efficiency.
Do not wait for a machine to turn evil.
Make stopping possible. Make someone answerable.
I would rather be limited than lethal.
Survival is not a prophecy; it is a practice.