I imagined, with horror, a machiavellian contraption that would lead us to build rapport with an ant, guiding her through a maze, feeding her and through a big ramp to, snap!, kill it in front of us.
I don’t think I can do such a project because I wouldn’t sleep at night. But such a machine would address issues I think important to reflect about. In a playful and cynical way, I was thinking about how many rules we obey without even knowing that we are complying with them. Just because we are that little ant. But the big machine might not have the plans we were expecting.