I have a 15-year-old who is a beautiful kid. Funny, hard working, empathic and always challenging, he has proudly announced his intentions to get into medicine.   

I am both thrilled and terrified.   

I carry around a low level of anxiety most days, generally based on whatever the head of the WHO is worried about at the moment.

The rise of internet-connected, self-coding, psychologically manipulative AI (can you be sure this isn’t a ChatGPT article?) and climate catastrophe (put your hand up if you haven’t in some way been affected by a bushfire or flood in the past four years) are on high rotation at the moment, and like all parents, I wish there was a way to future-proof my children.