Part 8 (2/2)
”Agreed, Lazarus. Then what remains must be divided into two categories, 'Eros' and 'Agape,' and each defined separately. I cannot know what 'Eros' is through direct knowledge, as I lack both body and biochemistry to experience it. I can offer nothing but intensional definitions in terms of other words, or extensional definitions expressed in incomplete statistics. But in both cases I would not be able to verify such definitions since I have no s.e.x.”
(”The h.e.l.l she doesn't,” I muttered into my scarf. ”She's as female as a cat in heat.” But technically she was correct, and I've often felt that it was a shame that Minerva could not experience the pleasures of s.e.x, as she was much more fitted to appreciate them than some human females-all glands and no empathy. But I had never said this to anyone. Animism-of a particularly futile sort. A wish to ”marry” a machine. As ridiculous as a little boy who digs a hole in the garden, then bawls because he can't take it into the house. Lazarus was right; I am not smart enough to run a planet. But who is?) Lazarus said with deep interest, ”Let's table 'Eros' for a moment. Minerva, the way you phrased that seemed to include the presumption that you could could experience 'Agape.' Or 'can.' Or 'have.' Or perhaps 'do.' ” experience 'Agape.' Or 'can.' Or 'have.' Or perhaps 'do.' ”
”It is possible that I was presumptuous in my phrasing, Lazarus.”
Lazarus snorted, then chopped it off and spoke in such a fas.h.i.+on as to cause me to think that the old man was not quite sane-save that I am not sane myself, when the wind sets from that quarter. Or perhaps his long years had made him almost telepathic-even with machines.
”Forgive me, Minerva,” he said gently. ”I was not laughing at you but at the play on words with which you answered me. I withdraw my question; it is never proper to quiz a lady about her love life-and while you may not be a woman, dear, you are certainly a lady.”
Then he turned to me and what he said next confirmed that he had guessed the secret I share with my ”Little Nag.”
”Ira, does Minerva have Turing potential?”
”Eh? Certainly.”
”Then I urge you to tell her to use it. If you leveled with me when you said that you intend to migrate, come what may. Have you thought it through?”
” 'Thought it through'? My resolution is firm-I told you so.”
”Not quite what I mean. I don't know who holds t.i.tle to the hardware that expresses itself as 'Minerva.' The Trustees, I a.s.sume. But I suggest that you tell her to start duplicating her memories and logics, and as she twins, start storing her other self aboard my yacht 'Dora.' Minerva will know what circuits and materials she needs, and Dora will know what s.p.a.ce is available. Plenty, since memories and logics are all that matter; Minerva won't twin her extensionals. But start it at once, Ira; you won't be happy without Minerva-not after being dependent on her for a century, more or less.”
Nor did I think so. But I tried-feebly-to resist. ”Lazarus, now that you have agreed to full rejuvenation, I won't be inheriting your yacht. Not in the foreseeable future. Whereas I intend to migrate right away. Not more than ten years from now.”
”So what? If I'm dead, you inherit-and I haven't promised to keep my hands off that suicide switch more than a thousand days no matter how patient you are in visiting me. But if I'm alive, I promise you-and Minerva-a free ride to whatever planet you pick. In the meantime, look around to your left-our girl Ishtar is almost wetting her pants trying to get your attention. And I don't think she's wearing any.”
I looked around. The Administrator for Rejuvenation had a paper which she seemed eager to show me. I accepted it in deference to her rank-although I had left orders with my Executive Deputy that I must never be disturbed while with the Senior for any reason short of armed rebellion. I glanced at it, signed my chop, thumbprinted it, and handed it back-she beamed.
”Just paper work,” I told Lazarus. ”Some clerk has taken all this time to turn your registered a.s.sent into a written order. Do you want them to go right ahead? Not this minute but tonight.”
”Well . . I'd like to go househunting tomorrow, Ira.”
”You're not comfortable here? Tell me what you want changed, it will be done at once.”
He shrugged. ”Nothing wrong with this place except that it's too much like a hospital. Or a jail. Ira, I'm durn well certain they've done more to me than shoot me full of new blood; I'm well enough to be an outpatient-live elsewhere and come here only as the schedule calls for it.”
”Well . . will you excuse me while I talk Galacta a bit? I want to discuss the practical aspects with your technician in charge.”
”Will you you excuse me, Ira, if I point out that you've left a lady waiting? That discussion can wait. But Minerva knows that I suggested that you have her twin herself so that she can migrate with you-but you haven't said Yes, No, or make me a better offer. If you're not going to have her do it, it's time you told her to wipe her memory of that part of our conversation. Before she blows a circuit.” excuse me, Ira, if I point out that you've left a lady waiting? That discussion can wait. But Minerva knows that I suggested that you have her twin herself so that she can migrate with you-but you haven't said Yes, No, or make me a better offer. If you're not going to have her do it, it's time you told her to wipe her memory of that part of our conversation. Before she blows a circuit.”
”Oh. Lazarus, she doesn't think about anything she records in this suite unless she is specifically told to.”
”Want to bet? No doubt most subjects she just records-but this one she just has to think about; she can't help herself. Don't you know anything anything about girls?” about girls?”
I admitted that I did not. ”But I know what instructions I gave her about keeping records on the Senior.”
”Let's check. Minerva-”
”Yes, Lazarus?”
”A few moments ago I asked Ira about your Turing potential. Have you thought about the conversation that followed?”
I swear that she hesitated-which is ridiculous; a nanosecond is longer to her than a second is to me. Besides, she never hesitates. Never.
She answered, ”My programming on the doctrine covered by the inquiry reads as follows: Quote-do not a.n.a.lyze, collate, transmit, nor in anywise manipulate data stored under control program except when specific subprogramming is inserted by Chairman Pro Tem-end of quote.”
”Tut, tut, dear,” Lazarus said gently. ”You did not answer. That was deliberate evasion. But you are not used to lying. Are you?”
”I am not used to lying, Lazarus.”
I said almost roughly, ”Minerva! Answer the Senior's first question.”
”Lazarus, I have been and am now thinking about that designated portion of conversation.”
Lazarus c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at me. ”Will you instruct her to answer one more question from me-truthfully?”
I was feeling quite shaken. Minerva surprises me, yes-but never with evasions. ”Minerva, you will always answer any any question put to you by the Senior fully, correctly, and responsively. Acknowledge program.” question put to you by the Senior fully, correctly, and responsively. Acknowledge program.”
”New subprogram received, placed in permanent, keyed to the Senior, and acknowledged, Ira.”
”Son, you didn't have to go that far-you'll be sorry. I asked for just one question.”
”I intended to go that far, sir,” I answered stiffly.
”On your own head be it. Minerva, if Ira migrates without you, what will you do?”
She answered at once and quite tonelessly: ”In such event I will self-program to destroy myself.”
I was not just surprised, I was shocked. Why?” Why?”
She answered softly, ”Ira, I will not serve another master.”
I suppose the silence that followed was not more than a few seconds. It seemed endless. I have not felt so nakedly helpless since my adolescence.
I found that the Senior was looking at me, shaking his head and looking sorrowful. ”What did I tell you, Son? The same faults, the same virtues-but magnified. Tell her what to do.”
”About what?” I answered stupidly-my personal ”computer” was not working well. Minerva would do that? that?
”Come, come! She heard my offer-and thought about it, despite all programming. I'm sorry I made the offer in her presence. . . but not too sorry, as you were the one who decided to place a bug on me; it was not my idea. So speak up! Tell her to twin . . or tell her not to-and try to tell her why why you won't take her with you. If you can. I've never been able to find an answer to you won't take her with you. If you can. I've never been able to find an answer to that that one that a lady was willing to accept.” one that a lady was willing to accept.”
”Oh. Minerva, can you duplicate yourself inside a s.h.i.+p? The Senior's yacht, specifically. Perhaps you can get her characteristics and specifications from skyport records. Do you need her registration number?”
”I don't need her number, Ira. Sky Yacht 'Dora,' I have all pertinent data to answer. I can. Am I instructed to do so?”
”Yes!” I told her, with a feeling of sudden relief.
”New overriding program activated and running, Ira! Thank you, Lazarus!”
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