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"I'm not sure what I mean by 'alive,'" she admitted. "There's a scientific definition, isn't there? Irritability, or some such. And reproduction."
"Mike is irritable and can be irritating. As for reproducing, not designed for it but--yes, given time and materials and very special help, Mike could reproduce himself."
"I need very special help, too," Wyoh answered, "since I'm sterile. And it takes me ten whole lunars and many kilograms of the best materials. But I make good babies. Ma
"Mike wouldn't do that. Not on purpose, no mea
"Better repeat that. I missed something."
I tried to explain. How Mike knew almost every book in Luna, could read at least a thousand times as fast as we could and never forget anything unless he chose to erase, how he could reason with perfect logic, or make shrewd guesses from insufficient data... and yet not know anything about how to be "alive." She interrupted. "I scan it. You're saying he's smart and knows a lot but is not sophisticated. Like a new chum when he grounds on The Rock. Back Eartbside he might be a professor with a string of degrees... but here he's a baby."
"That's it. Mike is a baby with a long string of degrees. Ask how much water and what chemicals and how much photoflux it takes to crop fifty thousand to
"I thought most of these were fairly good."
"They're ones he's heard--read--and were marked jokes so he filed them that way. But doesn't understand them because he's never been a--a people. Lately he's been trying to make up jokes. Feeble, very." I tried to explain Mike's pathetic attempts to be a "people." "On top of that, he's lonely."
"Why, the poor thing! You'd be lonely, too, if you did nothing but work, work, work, study, study, study, and never anyone to visit with. Cruelty, that's what it is."
So I told about promise to find "not-stupids." "Would you chat with him, Wye? And not laugh when he makes fu
"Of course I would, Ma
"He's not in L-City; he's halfway across Crisium. And you couldn't go down where he is; takes a pass from Warden. But--"
"Hold it! 'Halfway across Crisium--' Ma
"Mike isn't just 'one of those' computers," I answered, vexed on Mike's account. "He's boss; he waves baton for all others. Others are just machines, extensions of Mike, like this is for me," I said, flexing hand of left arm. "Mike controls them. He runs catapult personally, was his first job--catapult and ballistic radars. But he's logic for phone system, too, after they converted to Lunawide switching. Besides that, he's supervising logic for other systems."
Wyoh closed eyes and pressed fingers to temples. "Ma
"'Hurt?' No strain. Has time to read jokes."
"I don't mean that. I mean: Can he hurt? Feel pain?"
"What? No. Can get feelings hurt. But can't feel pain. Don't think he can. No, sure he can't, doesn't have receptors for pain. Why?"
She covered eyes and said softly, "Bog help me." Then looked up and said, "Don't you see, Ma
"Certainly do!" Was shocked and disgusted.
"Yes. We'll strike right after the explosion--and Luna will be free! Mmm... I'll get you explosives and fuses--but we can't move until we are organized to exploit it. Ma
I shoved her down, with hard left hand. Surprised her, and surprised me--had not touched her in any way save necessary contact. Oh, different today, but was 2075 and touching a fem without her consent--plenty of lonely men to come to rescue and airlock never far away. As kids say, Judge Lynch never sleeps.
"Sit down, keep quiet!" I said. "I know what a blast would do. Apparently you don't. Gospazha, am sorry to say this... but if came to choice, would eliminate you before would blow up Mike."
Wyoming did not get angry. Really was a man some ways--her years as a disciplined revolutionist I'm sure; she was all girl most ways. "Ma
"What?" Was confused by sharp turn. "Yes. Has to be. One leg off at hip, it was; must have bled to death in two minutes. Even in a surgery amputation that high is touch-and-go." (I know such things; had taken luck and big transfusions to save me--and an arm isn't in same class with what happened to Shorty.)
"Shorty was," she said soberly, "my best friend here and one of my best friends anywhere. He was all that I admire in a man--loyal, honest, intelligent, gentle, and brave--and devoted to the Cause. But have you seen me grieving over him?"
"No. Too late to grieve."
"It's never too late for grief. I've grieved every instant since you told me. But I locked it in the back of my mind for the Cause leaves no time for grief. Ma
"Not that at all!" (But was, in part. When a man dies, doesn't shock me too much; we get death sentences day we are born. But Mike was unique and no reason not to be immortal. Never mind "souls"--prove Mike did not have one. And if no soul, so much worse. No? Think twice,)
"Wyoming, what would happen if we blew up Mike? Tell."
"I don't know precisely. But it would cause a great deal of confusion and that's exactly what we--"
"Seal it. You don't know. Confusion, da. Phones out. Tubes stop ru
"Checked at Tube Station West."
"So is mine. Think you can find way? In solid dark? In time? Not sure I can and I was born in this warren. With corridors filled with screaming people? Loonies are a tough mob; we have to be--but about one in ten goes off his cams in total dark. Did you swap bottles for fresh charges or were you in too much hurry? And will suit be there with thousands trying to find p-suits and not caring who owns?"
"But aren't there emergency arrangements? There are in Hong Kong Luna."
"Some. Not enough. Control of anything essential to life should be decentralized and paralleled so that if one machine fails, another takes over. But costs money and as you pointed out, Authority doesn't care. Mike shouldn't have all jobs. But was cheaper to ship up master machine, stick deep in The Rock where couldn't get hurt, then keep adding capacity and loading on jobs--did you know Authority makes near as much gelt from leasing Mike's services as from trading meat and wheat? Does. Wyoming, not sure we would lose Luna City if Mike were blown up. Loonies are handy and might jury-rig till automation could be restored. But I tell you true: Many people would die and rest too busy for politics."