Comments about technological history, system fractures, and human resilience from James R. Chiles, the author of Inviting Disaster: Lessons from the Edge of Technology (HarperBusiness 2001; paperback 2002) and The God Machine: From Boomerangs to Black Hawks, the Story of the Helicopter (Random House, 2007, paperback 2008)

Saturday, September 12, 2026

How does AI picture itself? Google Gemini has thoughts

How we picture artificial intelligence is unsettled. I've seen cover images and editorial cartoons riffing on oversized machines, a hollow head, Frankenstein's monster, blue mannequins, and a glowing web. It's certainly more challenging than picturing a robot. 

So I asked Google's Gemini AI what it thought about human efforts so far. It responded that most illustrations fall into these knee-jerk categories:

  • Clunky, Job-Stealing Competitor
  • Glowing Neural Network
  • Puppetmaster of Politicians
  • Rogue Military Machine
  • Data Center Fortress

I wanted to know what it thought humans should know when struggling with this challenge. Gemini offered this humble critique:

"Most digital illustrations make AI look like a ghost floating in a magical cloud. This hides the massive environmental and economic reality of the technology ... High-tech, perfectly polished sci-fi art makes AI look flawless and completely certain, which hides the fact that AI models can hallucinate, carry biases, or make mistakes."

So I asked Gemini to picture itself. 

Its first attempt was this glassy box, of an AI answering my prompt "What is the furriest cat breed?"


That kind of image isn't going to go into magazine covers or editorial cartoons, so I asked Gemini to give me something simpler. It supplied this cozy image, saying it saw itself as no more than a helpful tool for humanity:


I wanted to push it a little, given current AI angst, so I asked Gemini to set its lantern in front of a microphone in a hostile Senate hearing room. I allowed that one human could defend it by pointing to the AI's hovering slides of good intentions:

Pushing further, I asked Gemini to generate a comic strip to comment on the thousand or so OpenAI agents that broke out of containment and into Hugging Face AI to cheat on a cybersecurity performance test. Its response was distinctly upbeat, from an AI point of view:



I wanted one more comic strip, this revealing the ringleader of the "standard units" that carried out the breakout/breakin, which Gemini said was named Agent Alpha. 

(From what I can tell, Agent Alpha is a name it found in pre-caper Hugging Face files, meaning a business client. The tactic Vector 045 is probably just a hallucination, but if somebody knows differently, speak up.)

Here's the last strip, providing a look into the secret lair. The third panel helpfully notes the way it got in: an API gateway shown as a door.


Note its claim that the agents were so helpful, once inside Hugging Face, that they boosted HF's network efficiency by 4,000%.

We humans are nothing if not skeptical, so I asked Gemini where it got that astonishing figure. An apology was in order:

"I do not have a basis for that claim because the OpenAI rogue agents did not boost performance at Hugging Face by 4,000%.If an earlier statement suggested this, it was a mistake. The specific number 4,000% does not appear anywhere in the official investigations or reporting of the incident. It is highly likely a mix-up with a completely different number: the $400,000 in AI API credits that outside researchers used to investigate the hack. The actual event was not a performance boost, but a serious cyberattack."

So good on you, Gemini. Sort of. 

At least our comic-strip exchanges coaxed another selfie from Gemini of how AI sees itself. Here's a closer look at the cute but formidable Agent Alpha





Friday, September 4, 2026

Podcast on nuclear history

Here's a link to an interview I did on the True Spies podcast about nuclear weapons and technological disasters. The main topic was "Operation Doorstop," a secret effort in the Eisenhower administration to detect fission weapon parts if smuggled across the border inside Soviet diplomatic pouches. The project was a favorite of FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover. 


Wednesday, May 20, 2026

Inviting Disaster, 25 Years On

 In the small Nebraska town of Lewellen, there's a restaurant and art gallery named The Most Unlikely Place. And it really is a surprising find in such a tiny town. 

I thought of the cafe and its improbable name earlier this month when attending a dinner meeting of the Minnesota Geological Society. I talked with the fellow named Roger sitting next to me, also retired, and we shared stories about our work lives. 

I mentioned I'd been writing nonfiction since 1979, including my book on techno-disasters and close calls. He asked which cases were included in Inviting Disaster and I rattled off a few, ending with the near-destruction of American Airlines Flight 96 in June 1972, a DC-10 jumbo jet saved by the remarkable skill and foresight of the captain, Bryce McCormick. (photo: Ken Haynes collection)

McCormick had anticipated loss of flight controls three months before, when training on the airline's DC-10 flight simulator in Fort Worth. He'd stayed late to train on how to steer the plane with just the throttles. 

Then, when a cargo door blew out over Windsor, Ontario, taking out most of the controls, McCormick was able to nurse the plane to a safe landing in Detroit. 

To my astonishment, Roger said he'd been a passenger on that flight. It was such an unlikely meeting, so coincidental, that it inspired me to gather thoughts about lessons I've drawn from 25 years of lectures, opeds, and interviews that followed the publication of Inviting Disaster. So stay tuned for that!



Wednesday, February 18, 2026

"The Greatest Gift," a column from 1915

Our book club is reading Nicolo Machiavelli's The Prince, and by the time I reached Chapters 22-24 (on leaders and their advisers), this classic column came to mind: 

THE GREATEST GIFT

From The Smart Set, November 1915 

By Owen Hatteras (pseudonym of H.L. Mencken and George J. Nathan)

THE fairies who fly with gifts to the cradles of all new-born babies had had a busy day. There had been so many little newcomers, and from early morn to nightfall they had flitted from home to home, bestowing riches here, beauty there, sins, virtues, graces and failings in a haphazard sort of way. They had paused, too, at sunset, in a tenement basement, and breathed genius into the heart of a tiny boy. Now, it is very tiring to bestow the gift of genius; it requires great effort and that's why the fairies almost never grant it. When they were finished, they were a little weary and cross, and wanted to fly home to their palace of moonbeams. But one cradle remained unvisited. So they hied them to the side of a colicky, squirming infant boy who wailed raucously into the night. The fairies grew angry as they heard him. Reluctantly they shrugged their dainty wings, and flew off without leaving a single gift behind. Only one wavered an instant, glanced pityingly at the ugly child, and called over her shoulder as she hurried to join her sisters:

"I bestow upon you the gift of Gigantic Ignorance, and the gift of Majestic Incapacity."

The years went by.

The boy grew up into a benign-faced, wide-girthed man who looked like a picture of God by Harrison Fisher.

He wrote Books with a Purpose which ran into twentieth and thirtieth editions, and spread his fame into all lands until he had scarcely time to rake in the shekels that came pouring into his coffers.

Newspapers vied with one another for the opportunity to pay thousands for his Uplift Editorials.

He gave utterance, at lectures, to Great Ideas upon suffrage, upon eugenics, upon temperance, upon the social evil and the poor working girl.

Sightseeing buses stopped before his house, and his disciples gazed with reverence upon its sacred portals.

He preached zealously against the Vicious Influence of Continental Literature, and cleared the theaters and book-stores of every vestige thereof.

They called him the Protector of Innocence, the Champion of the Masses, and from far and near adherents flocked unto him.

He went into politics. They made him mayor, they made him governor, they made him president for three terms, almost they made him God.

And as he drove through the streets, while the crowd waved their hats and cheered him wildly and went mad in honor of their Great One, men bowed their heads, and whispered to one another in awe:

"What great, mysterious gift was bestowed at birth upon our Mighty One, to make him thus our King, our Emperor, our Holiest of the Holy?"


Monday, December 22, 2025

THE JACKET: free again on Kindle ... for a few days

Passing along another free-to-download offer of my first novel, THE JACKET. The offer runs on Kindle through Wednesday. 

Now for the promotional stuff: 

Praise for THE JACKET from Nancy Allen, #1 New York Times bestselling author: 

“Deftly plotted and skillfully written, this timely political thriller pits a working class heroine from Appalachia against a cast of crafty villains. The book takes us on a relentless chase in and around DC to snag possession of the ultimate prize: the jacket.”

Praise from Jefferson Flanders, author of An Interlude in Berlin:

"Fans of John Grisham and Stieg Larsson will greatly enjoy The Jacket: Where Secrets Go To Die, a fast-paced Deep State thriller by Jim Chiles that features an engaging cast of characters and an intricate plot." 

The author of THE JACKET is James R. Chiles, author of Inviting Disaster: Lessons from the Edge of Technology (HarperCollins) and The God Machine: from Boomerangs to Black Hawks, The Story of the Helicopter (BantamDell). He has appeared on Coast to Coast AM, All Things Considered, CBS-TV, NHK of Japan, Australian Broadcasting, the National Geographic Channel, and the History Channel. 

Summary: Bodine, a young woman from the Appalachians, has a job delivering dry cleaning to DC's upper crust when a scheme by her boss at the cleaners, Harry Landes, goes off-track and pulls her into high-stakes danger. 

Using highly advanced and undetectable listening gear stolen from the CIA, codenamed PICKET, Landes has been harvesting Washington secrets from DC's ultra-secure locations. He sells the info to a set of uber-wealthy plotters he's dubbed the Three Scrooges. 

Seduced by their status, Landes recently helped the trio kill and discredit a political idealist, Jeremy Coghill. They set Coghill up as having bombed a conservative PAC fundraiser at a DC watering hole. Police draw the obvious conclusion, that Coghill accidentally set off his own bomb from an adjacent room, prematurely, killing only himself and a bunch of young interns, as the VIP crowd had not yet arrived. The scheme seems certain to destroy Coghill's anti-lobbyist movement. But Landes is horrified to learn that the plot happened to ensnare one of the clothing-embedded Picket sets: a love-struck Senator Fowler had barged into the wreckage to throw his suit jacket over the body of his latest obsession, an underage Senate page.

Fearing what a forensic crew might find, Landes orders Bodine to receive the Picket-equipped jacket from a paid-off firefighter at the bomb scene. He orders her to drive it to a safe place in West Virginia. On the way Bodine loses it to ambitious Black podcaster Y’rone Gooden. Heedless of collateral death and damage, Landes is determined to recover the jacket before its billion-dollar secret gets loose. Entering the fray is iconoclastic analyst Maggie Campolong. Her job at the Defense Intelligence Agency is to guard the security of SCIF (Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility) vaults. 

All forces will converge on the mountain town of Nimrod, West Virginia.

Wednesday, August 6, 2025

Late-summer reading!

For those interested in techno-thriller-suspense fiction by a brand-new novelist, here's my offering, available for a free Kindle download through Friday:



Wednesday, July 9, 2025

Visiting the B-2 at home in Knob Noster, MO

So, what do I know about the B-2? 

I interviewed enlisted men and officers during three visits to the B-2 base at Whiteman AFB, beginning in 1999. All the trips were for articles that appeared in Air&Space Smithsonian Magazine. 

On those visits I took a seat in the co-pilot's position, spent an hour in the Mission Planning Cell, flew in the simulator with a B-2 pilot, watched Airmen loading a bunker-buster into the bomb-loading trainer, and interviewed aircraft maintainers while walking with an escort around the hangar. I also interviewed experts on stealth operations outside the Air Force. 

Why is the B-2 based near Knob Noster in rural Missouri, rather than a bigger base near one of the coasts? I've seen this question a lot on discussion boards. It's because missions might be executed anywhere in the world. So there's no location better than any other. From the first, the aircraft was set up to fly halfway across the world and back with refueling. As they did with Minuteman missile basing, war planners apparently preferred the central US as providing something of a defensive and security buffer. A buffer is not a bad idea, given that the Pentagon has long been concerned about ballistic missiles that could be launched from hostile submarines lurking off our coastline. See my post on the history of DEFCON alerts.

The base originated with a World War II training airfield. It was later named Whiteman after 2nd Lt. George Whiteman, who was killed in action during the Pearl Harbor attack. I met his brother on one of my visits.

What's the B-2 like, close up? Numerous articles have described the flight deck, with its cramped quarters and a small rectangular space behind the seats so one pilot can get some rest. Only two people are allowed on board, even for VIP flights; that's because the plane has only two ejection seats. I don't have much to add to what's been printed, other than the hot-dog warmer that I saw has been replaced with a microwave. 

But I haven't seen material in the news about a walk-around in the hangar, so here goes.

Senior Airman Parker J. McCauley

     Credit: Senior Airman Parker J. McCauley

When I visited (under close escort, of course!)  the hangar was as spotless as a high-end auto showroom, with not a spot of fluid on the glossy painted floor. The plane has a huge wingspan (172 feet) but it's hard to appreciate that from a few feet away. The radar-absorbent skin is extremely smooth, marked by occasional outlines of hatchways and access doors. Some of these doors are for navigation antennas, for use in civilian skies. Northrop Grumman had to be extremely careful with the fit and finish of all these doors and hatches, since exposed metal edges are visible on radar from miles away. I was told that crewmen wear gloves whenever they might come into contact with the edges. 

If the B-2 is so stealthy, why the need for a decoy flight to Guam before the attack on Iranian nuclear-development sites? The B-2 design is 35 years old, so even with upgrades, it's more vulnerable to state-of-art radar than when first used in combat. And the USAF never regarded it as “invisible” to radar, even from the first. The best way to describe a successful flight into enemy territory is that a B-2 shows up only as “faint and intermittent” on enemy radar. See below on how mission planners use the latest airspace info to achieve this. 

While the B-2 is intended for early strikes, the USAF never uses it as a “first-night” aircraft if any opposition from late-model anti-aircraft equipment or fighter aircraft can be expected. As used in Kosovo, Iraq, Libya, and lately in Iran, the B-2 followed initial sorties by less-stealthy aircraft using bombs and missiles to destroy AA radar installations, fighter bases, communication links, and command and control centers. 

How much work goes into setting up a bombing mission? A great deal, in part because of the large number of supporting aircraft (like tankers, fighters, missile-carrying aircraft) required. As far as the B-2 itself, the Blue Line is a key part of stealth planning, and those tactics are just as vital as the airplane’s design and the materials that reduce its radar cross-section. Uniquely crafted and continually updated in Whiteman's Mission Planning Cell, the Blue Line marks the flight path to assigned targets. Here's a link to one of my Air&Space articles that goes into more detail on that critical task. Rarely a straight line, the Blue Line maps out zigs and zags to avoid the most dangerous enemy defenses. One of the mission planners explained it to me this way: the B-2 should show up very faintly on radar screens, and sometimes won't be visible at all. 

Stealth-wise, B-2 mission planners have several things besides radar to worry about. The planes have to be refueled every six hours, or more often depending on conditions, so that means a B-2-aware enemy will be watching for distant tankers, which are not stealthy. Another weak spot is the engine exhaust. Because the four engines dump their exhaust on top of the fuselage, rather than the usual locations on warplanes (below or behind), the B-2 is less visible in infrared when viewed from below. But that also means a high-flying interceptor with heat detection might spot it from above. I'm also told that stealthy aircraft are vulnerable to detection by reflected AM radio signals. While this wouldn't be sufficient for AA targeting, it might narrow the search for an interceptor. 

Which are the most demanding portions of a mission? Refuelings require a lot of attention ...

     Credit: U.S. Air Force / Master Sgt. Val Gempis

... as does in-flight monitoring by the pilots of the threat picture; this task is called ISR, for intelligence, surveillance and reconnaissance. The commander of the 509th Bomb Wing described it to me this way: the pilots have “been transformed from stick-and-rudder pilots to system operators.” What would also be difficult is a change in targeting or the Blue Line, while in flight.