The Lesson Of The Book Is That

Unless Mankind Redesigns Itself By Changing Our Dna Through Altering Our Genetic Makeup, Computer-genera Ted Robots Will Take Over Our World.

We Waste Time, So You Don't Have To.

The Human Race Is Just A Chemical Scum On A Moderate-sized Planet, Orbiting Around A Very Average Star In The Outer Suburb Of One Among A Hundred Billion Galaxies. We Are So Insignificant That I Can't Believe The Whole Universe Exists For Our Benefit. That Would Be Like Saying That You Would Disappear If I Closed My Eyes.

The Universe And The Laws Of Physics Seem To Have Been Specifically Designed For Us. If Any One Of About 40 Physical Qualities Had More Than Slightly Different Values, Life As We Know It Could Not Exist: Either Atoms Would Not Be Stable, Or They Wouldn't Combine Into Molecules, Or The Stars Wouldn't Form Heavier Elements, Or The Universe Would Collapse Before Life Could Develop, And So On...

If The Rate Of Expansion One Second After The Big Bang Had Been Smaller By Even One Part In A Hundred Thousand Million Million, It Would Have Recollapsed Before It Reached Its Present Size. On The Other Hand, If It Had Been Greater By A Part In A Million, The Universe Would Have Expanded Too Rapidly For Stars And Planets To Form.