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Taken: BOOK ONE.

WONDER-YUDO WISE

Taken:, 11

What am I reading? Lunosite Truth. What's the last thing you read? That the City Council of Luna City adopted in first reading the Bill on Knowledge Testing, Licensing, Inspection and Taxation of Food Dealers within the City Hermetic Zone. And that this evening the founders of the Children of the Revolution have appointed a meeting with a big khural.

My old man taught me two principles: "Kolupay and do not tweet" and "Whistle all the way." I was not interested in politics. But on Monday, May 13, 2075, I found myself in the exhibition center of the Glavluny complex. I should have looked at the chief computer Mike while all the other cars were whispering among themselves. "Mike" is an unofficial nickname. It was I so affectionately nicknamed him in honor of Mycroft Holmes from the story of Dr. Watson, this doctor sprinkled detectives ahead, and only then founded the firm "IB-Em". This Watson had such a character, he sat within four walls and thought. So Mike is exactly the same. Wonder Yudo wise woman, there is no other such in the world.

Not the fastest. The Bell firm in Buenos Aires, Erzla, has a sage one ten times smaller in volume, and answers almost earlier than asked. But, in principle, what is the difference, after a microsecond you were answered, or after a millisecond? If only they answered in essence.

And it's not like Mike has to get it right off the bat. He was not tuned into this.

When it was installed on the Boulder, it was just a sage with flexible logic - "Holo Operator Logical Multi-Circuit, Fourth Model". Abbreviated as HOLMS-4. Calculated ballistics for unmanned freighters and controlled their launch. But this took him about one percent of the time, and in Glavlun they look askance at the nets. So they began to attach attachments to him: expanders so that he could run other computers; additional memory; blocks of associative neurosystems; another capacity of twelve-digit primes; wildly overgrown RAM... In the human brain, there are about ten to tenth neurons. By the third year, Mike had enough neuristors and half that many more.

And he has matured.

I will not be stuck that machines are "truly" alive and that they are "truly" conscious of themselves. And, say, the virus is aware of itself? Niht. What about an oyster? I doubt. And the cat? Almost certainly. And the man? I do not know how about this with you, daragoy tavarisch, but I have about this full order... Somewhere along the path of development from the macromolecule into the human brain, self-awareness is cut through. Psychologists believe that this thing happens automatically, as soon as a sufficient number of associative connections are formed in the brain. I do not see the difference between protein bonds and, say, sputtered platinum.

(Oh, you mean "soul"! Does a dog have a soul? And a cockroach?)

And do not forget: even before any appendages, Mike was designed so that he would respond when there was a noticeable lack of information. Hence in its name the prefixes "holo-" and "multi-". So he started straight out with "free will," and as he grew and learned, he only got better. And don't ask me what free will is. If you are more comfortable with the idea that Mike is randomly picking up random numbers and memory addresses, please.

Mike got a voice shaper and analyzer plus an image recognizer, a printer and system expanders, so that not only classical programming languages, but also Log-Yaz, and English, and a dozen more languages at the level of technical translation. And he read voraciously. But it was still recommended to introduce instructions to him on the Log-Yaz. The answer to normal speech promises surprises. Normal words have too many meanings, they give too much semantic scatter to the evaluative chains.

I look - in the newspaper "Lunnaya Pravda" they write that the city council of Luna City adopted in the first reading a resolution that allows inspecting, licensing, inspecting, and, most importantly, taxing enterprises. Catering within the boundaries of the municipal zone. And they also write that a mass meeting will take place tonight, at which the interpretation of the "Sons of the Revolution" will be organized.

My parent taught me two rules: "Don't stick your nose out of your own business" and "Always remove the deck before handing over." Politics didn't interest me. But on Monday, May 13, 2075, I found myself in the computer room of the Lunar Administration Complex, stopping in to chat with Mike's main computer while the other machines whisper quietly among themselves. Mike is not official name; I named him that after Mycroft Holmes, one of the characters in a story written by Dr. Watson even before he founded IBM. The hero of the story did nothing but sit and think - well, exactly like Mike. He's a real smart guy, the smartest computer in the world.

True, not the fastest. On Earth, in Bell's laboratories in Buenos Aires, there is one smart guy who is ten times smaller than Mike, and answers almost before he hears a question. But is it really so important - will you get an answer in a microsecond or a millisecond? It is important that he be faithful.

However, Mike doesn't always give the right answers; sometimes he is not averse to cheating.

When Mike was set up in the moon, he was a common smart guy with flexible logic - "Homo-Oriented Logical Multi-Criteria Supervisor, Version IV, Model L" - HOLMS FOUR. He calculated trajectories for unmanned cargo barges and controlled their ejection. It took him less than one percent of his computer time, and the Lunar Administration did not approve of idleness. And they began to attach to it more and more hardware - "decision-action" blocks, which allowed him to control other computers, countless banks of additional memory, new banks of associative neural networks, an additional package of twelve-bit random numbers, RAM expanded to an incredible amount. The human brain contains about ten to the tenth power of neurons. In the third year of its existence, Mike had at least one and a half times more neuristors.

And then he came to life.

I'm not going to argue about whether a machine can become "truly" alive and acquire a "real" self-awareness. Is the virus self-aware? No! What about an oyster? I doubt. Well, what about the cat? Almost certainly. Human? I don’t know about you, comrade, but I definitely am. Self-awareness is cut somewhere along the path of development from a macromolecule to the human brain. Psychologists say that this happens automatically when the brain accumulates enough big number associative chains. In this case, I don't see any difference whether these goals are protein or platinum.

("Soul"? Does the dog have one? What about the cockroach?) Note that even before all the modifications, Mike was designed to answer questions based on incomplete information - just like you do. Hence all the "homo-oriented" and "multi-criteria" in his title. So Mike had "free will" from the beginning, and its boundaries expanded as his own structure became more complex and knowledge accumulated. Just do not demand that I give you the definition of "free will." If you like to think that Mike is just juggling with random combinations of numbers and switches chains in accordance with them, go for it, think for health.

In addition to all of the output and printing devices, Mike had the driver and vocoder blocks adapted so that he understood not only classic programs, but the programs written in Loglan and in English, knew other languages, did technical translations, and most importantly - read, and read voraciously. Of course, it was better to give him instructions on Loglan. If you did this in English, the results could be absolutely fantastic: the ambiguity of the words confused the computer, giving too much greater freedom choice.

Mike's field of activity expanded indefinitely. In May 2075, he already controlled not only unmanned vehicles, but also manned ships, controlled the telephone network of the Moon, as well as video and radio communication Luna - Terra, regulated atmospheric pressure, water supply, temperature, humidity and sewage in Luna City, Novy Leningrad and in several smaller settlements (with the exception of Hong Kong-in-the-Moon), he led the bookkeeping for the Lunar Administration, and for a special fee - for private firms and banks. As you know, logic circuits can sometimes fail due to a nervous breakdown. An overloaded telephone network, for example, begins to behave like a moody child. Mike did not suffer from nervous disorders, but he had a sense of humor. True, low-grade humor. If he were human, you would have to constantly be on your guard with him. He would have thought it was the height of wit to dump you out of bed at night, or to put scabies in your spacesuit.

Since he was unable to do this, Mike amused himself in his own way. Could for no reason at all give a false answer based on "twisted" logic. And just recently, I suddenly took and gave out a paycheck to a janitor at the Administration office in Luna City in the amount of $ 10,000,000,000,000185, $ 15 coupons, with only the last five digits being the correct amount. Neither give nor take a mischievous overgrown child who should be pushed hard in the ass.

He chipped this number in the first week of May, and I had to figure out the cause of the failure and fix it. I am a private contractor and am not paid by the Lunar Administration. You probably know ... however, how do you know, times are different now ... In those bad old days, many prisoners, having served from bell to bell, continued to harass the Administration even after the term, and they were glad that they worked for money. But I was born here, I am a free man, and that changes things.

One of my grandfathers was sent here from Joburg for an armed attack and for not having a license to work; another was exiled for subversive activities after the end of the War of the Wet Fighters. The maternal grandmother boasted that she had arrived on the ship that brought the brides to the moon ... but I saw the lists. In fact, she was an ordinary (and by no means a volunteer) of the Peace Corps, which means ... exactly what you thought: being a juvenile delinquent. Since she was in an early clan marriage (the Stone gang) and shared six husbands with another woman, the question about my maternal grandfather remained open. But this is a common thing, there is nothing special here, and I am quite satisfied with the grandpa she chose for me. Another grandmother, a Tatar, was born near Samarkand and after being reforged in the October Revolution camp “voluntarily” volunteered to participate in the colonization of the moon.

My parent swore that our pedigree was very respectable and ancient: one of our ancestors, they say, was hanged in Salem for witchcraft, one of the forefathers was on the wheel for piracy, and another progenitor, along with the first batch of convicts, was sent to Botany Bey.

Being proud of my ancestors, although I had dealings with the Overseer, I would never have gone to his salary. It doesn't seem like a big difference: I've been serving Mike this way and that since the hour it was unpacked. But for me this difference is essential; I could put my tools down at any moment and send them all to hell.

Robert Heinlein

Moon - harsh mistress

I look - in the newspaper "Lunnaya Pravda" they write that the city council of Luna City adopted in the first reading a resolution allowing to inspect, license, inspect, and most importantly - to tax public catering establishments within the boundaries of the municipal zone. And they also write that a mass meeting will take place tonight, at which the interpretation of the "Sons of the Revolution" will be organized.

My parent taught me two rules: "Don't stick your nose out of your own business" and "Always remove the deck before handing over." Politics didn't interest me. But on Monday, May 13, 2075, I found myself in the computer room of the Lunar Administration Complex, stopping in to talk to Mike's main computer while the other machines whisper quietly among themselves. Mike is not an official name; I named him that after Mycroft Holmes, one of the characters in a story written by Dr. Watson even before he founded IBM. The hero of the story did nothing but sit and think - well, exactly like Mike. He's a real smart guy, the smartest computer in the world.

However, Mike doesn't always give the right answers; sometimes he is not averse to cheating.

When Mike was set up in the moon, he was a common smart guy with flexible logic - "Homo-Oriented Logical Multi-Criteria Supervisor, Version IV, Model L" - HOLMS FOUR. He calculated trajectories for unmanned cargo barges and controlled their ejection. It took him less than one percent of his computer time, and the Lunar Administration did not approve of idleness. And more and more new hardware began to be added to it - "decision-action" blocks that allowed him to control other computers, countless banks of additional memory, new banks of associative neural networks, an additional package of twelve-bit random numbers, RAM expanded to an incredible amount. The human brain contains about ten to the tenth power of neurons. In the third year of its existence, Mike had at least one and a half times more neuristors.

And then he came to life.

I'm not going to argue about whether a machine can become "truly" alive and acquire a "real" self-awareness. Is the virus self-aware? No! What about an oyster? I doubt. Well, what about the cat? Almost certainly. Human? I don’t know about you, comrade, but I definitely am. Self-awareness is cut somewhere along the path of development from a macromolecule to the human brain. Psychologists assure that this happens automatically when the brain accumulates a sufficiently large number of associative chains. In this case, I don't see any difference whether these goals are protein or platinum.

In addition to all the output and printing devices, Mike was equipped with the driver and vocoder blocks, so that he understood not only classical programs, but also programs written in Loglan and English, knew other languages, did technical translations, and most importantly - read, and read binge. Of course, it was better to give him instructions on Loglan. If you did this in English, the results could be absolutely fantastic: the ambiguity of the words confused the computer, giving too much freedom of choice.

Since he was unable to do this, Mike amused himself in his own way. Could for no reason at all give a false answer based on "twisted" logic. And just recently, I suddenly took and handed out a paycheck to a janitor at the Administration office in Luna City in the amount of $ 10,000,000,000,000185, $ 15 coupons, with only the last five digits being the correct amount. Neither give nor take a mischievous overgrown child who should be pushed hard in the ass.

Robert Heinlein

The moon is a harsh mistress

My parent taught me two rules: "Don't stick your nose out of your own business" and "Always remove the deck before handing over." Politics didn't interest me. But on Monday, May 13, 2075, I found myself in the computer room of the Lunar Administration Complex, stopping in to talk to Mike's main computer while the other machines whisper quietly among themselves. Mike is not an official name; I named him that after Mycroft Holmes, one of the characters in a story written by Dr. Watson even before he founded IBM. The hero of the story did nothing but sit and think - well, exactly like Mike. He's a real smart guy, the smartest computer in the world.

However, Mike doesn't always give the right answers; sometimes he is not averse to cheating.

When Mike was set up in the moon, he was a common smart guy with flexible logic - "Homo-Oriented Logical Multi-Criteria Supervisor, Version IV, Model L" - HOLMS FOUR. He calculated trajectories for unmanned cargo barges and controlled their ejection. It took him less than one percent of his computer time, and the Lunar Administration did not approve of idleness. And more and more new hardware began to be added to it - "decision-action" blocks that allowed him to control other computers, countless banks of additional memory, new banks of associative neural networks, an additional package of twelve-bit random numbers, RAM expanded to an incredible amount. The human brain contains about ten to the tenth power of neurons. In the third year of its existence, Mike had at least one and a half times more neuristors.

And then he came to life.

I'm not going to argue about whether a machine can become "truly" alive and acquire a "real" self-awareness. Is the virus self-aware? No! What about an oyster? I doubt. Well, what about the cat? Almost certainly. Human? I don’t know about you, comrade, but I definitely am. Self-awareness is cut somewhere along the path of development from a macromolecule to the human brain. Psychologists assure that this happens automatically when the brain accumulates a sufficiently large number of associative chains. In this case, I don't see any difference whether these goals are protein or platinum.

In addition, a private contractor was paid much more than an employee of the Administration. And we have very few computer adjusters. Do you think there are many lunar people who can go to Earth and complete computer science courses without getting to the hospital ahead of time? Of those, of course, that will not bend right off the bat?

I can only name one. Personally myself. I was there twice, once for three months, the other for four, and received a profession. But this required merciless training, centrifuge exercises, sleep - and even then he did not go to bed without weights. And then on Terra he did not risk unnecessarily - he never rushed, never climbed stairs, in every possible way protected the heart from overload. Women? I forgot to think about them; however, with earth's gravity, great efforts were not required for this.

Chapter 1

My parent taught me two rules: "Don't stick your nose out of your own business" and "Always remove the deck before handing over." Politics didn't interest me. But on Monday, May 13, 2075, I found myself in the computer room of the Lunar Administration Complex, stopping in to talk to Mike's main computer while the other machines whisper quietly among themselves. Mike is not an official name; I named him that after Mycroft Holmes, one of the characters in a story written by Dr. Watson even before he founded IBM. The hero of the story did nothing but sit and think - well, exactly like Mike. He's a real smart guy, the smartest computer in the world.

However, Mike doesn't always give the right answers; sometimes he is not averse to cheating.

When Mike was set up in the moon, he was a common smart guy with flexible logic - "Homo-Oriented Logical Multi-Criteria Supervisor, Version IV, Model L" - HOLMS FOUR. He calculated trajectories for unmanned cargo barges and controlled their ejection. It took him less than one percent of his computer time, and the Lunar Administration did not approve of idleness. And more and more new hardware began to be added to it - "decision-action" blocks that allowed him to control other computers, countless banks of additional memory, new banks of associative neural networks, an additional package of twelve-bit random numbers, RAM expanded to an incredible amount. The human brain contains about ten to the tenth power of neurons. In the third year of its existence, Mike had at least one and a half times more neuristors.

And then he came to life.

I'm not going to argue about whether a machine can become "truly" alive and acquire a "real" self-awareness. Is the virus self-aware? No! What about an oyster? I doubt. Well, what about the cat? Almost certainly. Human? I don’t know about you, comrade, but I definitely am. Self-awareness is cut somewhere along the path of development from a macromolecule to the human brain. Psychologists assure that this happens automatically when the brain accumulates a sufficiently large number of associative chains. In this case, I don't see any difference whether these goals are protein or platinum.