Years ago, when I was a baby lawyer living in a group house in DC, we had a toaster—my toaster. I had owned the toaster since college and it was showing its age. Eventually, you had to hold down the thing[1] to keep the bread lowered in the slots and toasting. But the appliance still heated bread and produced toast. One morning, I became so frustrated with that toaster and the thing-holding-down effort that I threw the toaster out, fully intending to get a new toaster.Continue Reading Throwing Away the Toaster: Where AI Controls Are Now and May be Heading
