The other way to look at AI is Natural Selection: "Whatever life can survive will and what cannot won't"

 If you grew up with me in the 1950s there were always children and young people dying from all sorts of things around you then. Either their parents didn't believe in doctors and so they died or they died in cars with no seat belts being thrown from those cars in an accident or they died from things that poisoned them or they died because they didn't know what they were doing in one way or another. So, death was all around me from birth to about age 20 or 25 especially. young men were drafted and sent to Viet nam in the 1960s and early 1970s and often were dead within a week or two (50,000 of them). Then there were people who volunteered and they also often were dead soon too. 

So, the point is that death was much more present and much more real when I grew up in the 1950s. It was all around me all the time.

Now there is much less death but people fear it more now. I think in the 1950s people welcomed death more because people were more miserable than now. But now, there is more fear of death but actually much less death in general.

Why is this?

People were relatively speaking much more ignorant when I grew up  in the 1950s than now. People died quite easily and had been dying a lot for thousands of years.

It's only since about the 1970s that this began to change as more people went to college and more people actually figured out how NOT to die before age 30.

 So, the present world we live in did not exist at all in the 1950s when people were so much more ignorant and superstitious and just silly in what people believed more.

And in the 1950s people were much more racist than now but not just in a black and white way but towards ANYONE the slightest bit different.

For example, even with my newspaper route I could be pulled off my bicycle and beaten up or killed just in my own neighborhood by other kids because I was on their turf and not on my same street then. So, just delivering newspapers on my bicycle I wasn't necessarily safe doing this. I can even remember that dogs often were loose on the streets then a lot and when you rode your bicycle past one of these dogs it might try to attack you. So, one large black dog attacked me on my bicycle and grabbed my right pant leg and I was peddling as fast as I could to not die so I kicked as hard as I could with my right heel to make the dog let go of my pantleg before I crashed and maybe died. The dog howled in pain but let go of my pantleg so I could live to deliver newspapers another day. I was 10 years old then.