12/12/11

Fugue in D Minor, part 7: Philosophy and the Pariah

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"How did you program a computer to think? They only process things in ones and zeroes, like you said earlier. That doesn't leave much room for 'why am I here,' 'who am I,' or 'should I make a sandwich."

"I didn't," Ana mumbled through the cold.  "I programmed them to learn, and as Al and Genghis learned, they could program themselves.  Humans think of mental processes in ones and zeroes, so computer programs, being human-created, suffer those limitations.  When allowed to create themselves, they had none of our flaws.  They had flaws, to be sure, but not the same ones."

She took a deep breath and continued before I could get a word in edgewise.  I don't know what I would have said anyway, since this was all news to me.
"This sort of evolution has had people afraid of computers since that play about robots in the 20's.  Genghis, my first Artificial Intelligence, wasn't malicious, but he was idle.  And idle hands are the devil's workshop, so they say.  And it's true.  Just look at me."  She laughed.  "Al is benevolent, but when plugged into the facility in Lazero Cardenas, who knows?"

I cupped my hands and exhaled into them, trying in futility to warm them for more than a second.  I gave up and shoved them into my armpits, and we kept walking through the deluge.  "Why is Lazero Cardenas so important?"

Ana started talking, but a peal of thunder cut her off.  She looked up at the clouds that spat rain on us and frowned grumpily, as if the sky could see that it had annoyed her, and would promptly stop its tactless behavior.  It was a reflex, almost childlike in its frustration, not angry because of the downpour but because she had been trying to talk.  She rolled her eyes and waited fr it to pass, and then began again.
"Destroying the infrastructure of the information age wasn't just my idea.  I got in with the wrong crowd a while back.  They built the facility with drug money, following my blueprints precisely, and once I realized I was in over my head, it was too late."

      "So who was Jen?"

 "My contact in Arizona.  That's where I'm from.  Her 'airport' remark was supposed to tell me that she's ready to pick me up at the bus stop near the lab."  She stuck her thumb out as a vehicle approached.  "I never thought that the fate of the world would depend on whether I could hitch a ride with a stranger.  Never refusing a hitchhiker again."
     Ana shivered, but I couldn't tell if it was from the freezing rain or from the dark fate that might befall the civilizations of Earth.
     I sighed as yet another pair of headlights passed us by, ignoring the two waterlogged shapes with their thumbs extended.  "Yeah, well, I'm sure these drivers would be sympathetic to the cause of two known criminals if they knew that all their cat videos were at stake."  What Ana had told me about the Internet did very little to assure me of its importance.  "Maybe we should try the porn angle too."
She switched her hands like she had been for the last hour or so, keeping one in her jacket while the other froze into a thumbs-up position.  She had been alternating them about every five minutes.
     "I thought I was supposed to be the sarcastic one."
I switched my hands as another set of lights approached.  "Call me a cynic, but the cold starts to eat at my attitude right around the time it starts to freeze my ass off."
    "....No argument here."
The lights came closer, and Ana and I stretched our thumbs out farther, willing the car to stop.
     It threw on the brakes a little too late, screeching past us with a spray of  mud in its wake, but it did stop.  I looked at Ana.  She shrugged, trying to downplay the situation, the grime on her face topping off the desperation that she tried to hide but simply couldn't manage to.
     The car's passenger side window rolled down a crack, enough to talk through but not enough to let the frigid downpour snap-freeze the driver.  "You folks need a ride?  Awful wet to be hikin' right about now.  Dark, too."  We shivered in response.  "Git on in, don' worry about the seats.  Gonna get 'em cleaned soon enough anyhow."
     Our teeth chattered as we sat huddled on the damp vinyl bench seat, the radio's jaunty country tunes the punchline to an existential joke.  Ana tried to thank the man through her convulsions, which ended up sounding more like a seizure than anything else, but it got the point across. 
    "No prob'em," said the man by way of response.  "Where ya headed?"
     We looked at each other.  Ana shrugged.
     "Mexico," I said through mutinous teeth, chattering in time with the car's squeaking windshield wipers, making a symphony of hink-honk, hink-honk and muh-muh-muh-Mexico, with the occasional burst of rain adding a cymbal-like chhhhhhhhhhhh. 
     "Really?" said the man with audible surprise.  "I'm goin' down there m'self.  Whereabouts?"
I wasn't sure if this stranger was trustworthy.  Friendly, yes, but I didn't think it was wise to throw our destination at anyone with poor enough judgement to pick us up.  Ana decided that didn't matter.
   "Lazezazezazero Cahcahcardenas," struggled Ana.  "Don' think I caught that," said the driver amiably.

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