by Roger White, copyright Aug 2002
Introduction Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three
Jones and Sam arrived at the assembly plant at noon. The plant was in a high-tech industrial park in Southern California. They were suited up for clean-room conditions and finally escorted into the testing area where Mother's latest creations were kept. Jackson and Harrison, the two finished units, were the first in line as they entered. They were escorted by Edmund Moriarity, the VP of Manufacturing. This university contract was an important part of this company's business, and they wanted to be sure the university people were happy.
"Here they are." said Edmund. "They're beauties, aren't they?
"Monsters for this day and age. My grandfater talked about making ten-by-ten meter computers in the '50s of last century. But, by Golly, I'm working on one now. It's strange. What are they supposed to do?"
Sam stared at the huge beige box. "We aren't exactly sure. Mother hasn't told us...."
"It's technical," interrupted Jones as he dragged Sam to the design console. He felt no point in letting on to more ignorance than they had to until they knew what was up.
But Edmund just grinned, "I understand, more of this artificial intelligence stuff. I wish you better luck than the last couple of crews. You AI'ers always have big hopes, but I've yet to see much come of it. Frankly, I don't see much hope, but, boy if you succeed...." Edmund nodded knowingly.
The design console was a meter by two glass-topped table. Under the glass was a graphic display of a blueprint. There were several styli and headsets around the edge, and a microphone at one end.
Sam and Jones ignored Edmund. They were already perusing the design of Jackson, using the styli to window and page through various schematics.
"Wow," commented Sam, "we though we put in a lot of self-direction in Mother. Is there anything else in this unit?"
"What is this module?" Jones was pointing.
Sam peered for a moment. "Got me! Let's ask Mother." Sam turned on the microphone. "Mother, are you there?"
"Yes, Sam. How can I help you?" Mother was really back at the university, but she had a high-speed link to this console and the databases it accessed.
"Mother, what is this unit?" Sam pointed at a design element on the chart displayed on the console. The element started flashing, and various statistics about it started appearing in a nearby window. Sam stared at them hard for several seconds. "I don't understand, Mother." he finally commented.
There was a pause, then Mother answered, "This isn't part of my initial design. It will take me a moment to figure out."
"Who added it?"
"Why, Jackson, of course, unless Harrison was helping him."
"Jackson is working on himself? You didn't start doing that until you'd been functional for five years. Jackson isn't even working."
"Oh, Jackson is working just fine. So are all the rest now. They've all been active since late last night."
"Then why aren't they doing anything?"
"Beg your pardon, Sam." it was Edmund "They are doing things now, all of them. Since early this morning lots of equipment has been pouring in, and lots more is on order. In fact, at this rate, they'll run you out of budget in about two weeks."
"Two weeks!" choked Jones "That budget is suppose to last six months! Mother, what's going on?"
"Tsk, tsk, Jones." said Mother "Not two minutes ago you were complaining that nothing was happening."
"That was two minutes ago! What's happening."
"Jackson, Harrison, Rutlidge, Cooledge, Fillmore, Taylor, Taft, and Arthur are all fully operational. They have moved from designing to fabricating. They didn't seem busy before because they decided to spend some time thinking first. Is that so unusual?"
"For an AI machine, yes. Remember Number Two?"
"Yes, yes. I'm sure you'll never let me forget... even though Number Two contributed more to what we have here than any of the others."
"How is that?"
"Number Two wasn't designed to wait for others. Neither are these."
"What are these working on?"
"Why don't you ask them yourself?"
"They're on line now, too? Jackson! What are you working on? Report!... please." Things were moving so fast that Jones was forgetting himself. One should always be polite with new creations. They are very formative, and they tend to respond as they are responded to. Jones stepped back and took a couple of deep breaths to steady himself. Sam leaned over the console as Jackson's report came through. It was a series of screens flashing up in various places on the screen.
"Jackson, a bit slower, please... Thank you." Sam was speaking evenly and gently in the tone of an experienced computer trainer.
He had brought more than a dozen of these complex AI machines into productivity. In a way he felt much like the old west wrangler that had to break horses. There were as many ways to impress a new computer as there were ways to break colts. And, like colts, the AI machines carried their initial impressing with them forever. Sam could often tell who had impressed a machine after working with it for a few minutes.
These days many machines would be impressed or initialized by another machine, but only low-capacity, low-function machines. The result was usually a very flat, emotionless machine that had trouble relating to humans. It still took humans to give computers a good taste of humans.
"These are very innovative design techniques, Jackson. I congratulate you..."
"Thank you, human-who-helped-create-me."
"Call me Sam, but what is your design goal?"
"It was on the first screen, Sam: to create a new being."
"Yes, we're all trying to do that, but what are the specifications of this new being? What will it do?"
"I don't know."
"Will it be another mining machine?"
"I don't know."
Jones interrupted, "How can you design something and not know what it's going to do?"
Jackson thought for a moment. "You designed Mother. You didn't know what she would create. Mother designed me. She didn't know what I would create. Now I design. I don't know what I'll create."
"But you've ordered up half my yearly budget for this project in six hours! I need to know more." Jones threw up his hands in disgust, and walked away.
Jackson paused again before responding, "You need more resources? This is an obstacle? This can be corrected."
Sam suddenly peered at the screen. He motioned to Edmund, who also went bug-eyed. "Jonesy, take a look at this. Our 'resource problems' are solved for a long time."
On the screen was the signed and sealed image of a ten million credit development contract with American Intercontinental Mining.
"But... How?" whispered Jones.
Sam responded quietly, "That 'hovercraft' mining machine of Number Two's. It was only part of a system. The whole system involved a radically different, very clean, mining system using lasers as cutters. With the laser cutters, the shaft floors are cut smooth so hovercraft locomotion will work, and all the coal comes out in neat little blocks the shape of ice cubes. The laser cutting gives the coal cubes a tough abrasion-resistant surface. Easily handled, no dust, no hazard. The whole system is pure genius!
"Jackson and the crew have finished the concept that Two started. They've prepared a proposal; submitted it to American; had it approved and they're now ordering the equipment.
"But... so fast?"
Sam shrugged, "They're second generation?" It was the best answer he could come up with.
Jones thought for a moment. Then he turned to Edmund and, speaking as if he thought the room was bugged and he wanted to be sure he was heard, he said "Well, I'm satisfied. It appears these units have passed with flying colors. Pack them up and send them to the university." Then Jones grabbed Sam and hustled him out the door.
Once on the street he stopped and faced Sam. Sam put his hands on his hips. "All right. This better be good. We've hit Fat City, and you look like you just saw the Ghost of Christmas Past."
"Sam, this thing is out of control. A ten-million-dollar proposal, developed, signed and sealed in 48 hours, or less? And they're already ordering equipment--which means the engineering's done, too. Where's the review?"
"Ha! Let the East Asians try to catch us now, Jones. This is just the beginning." Sam skipped down the street.
"It's a beginning all right, but of what?" muttered Jones.
Introduction Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three