I was a few months into 21 years old when a hijacked plane crashed into the first World Trade Center tower. I was commuting in to work listening to the radio (as was the style at the times). I couldn’t figure out how the heck a plane could hit the tower. Was the pilot drunk? How did he even get into the middle of New York City? I was imagining a Cessna because the idea of a passenger plane running into the building was actually unimaginable. I was barely starting to realize “Wait… are they talking about, like, a big commercial plane?” when the second plane hit. In that moment like a crystal suddenly forming I realized this was an attack, and there would be war. I knew my country well enough to know that there would be military action as a result. Maybe, maybe we could avoid war.

When I came in to work everyone was crowded around the small personal TV one of my coworkers had with him (live streaming wasn’t a thing yet). That was the first time I had a visual, saw the smoke coming out of the towers. There was grim chatter as we [...]

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(03:06) AlphaGo

(05:31) The Move 37 Moment

(07:32) The Day After

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