The night before my flight, I couldn’t sleep. I had a valid plane ticket, I’d paid for extra luggage, and I had passport privilege, aka, a Swiss passport that allows me to travel to numerous countries without a visa. If everything, from check-in to boarding to sitting in my seat, were managed by non-humans, aka robots…
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