Do	you	know	
what	illuminates	
the	night?	
	
Fuck	you	with	
your	logic.
It	was	the	
anatomical	oddity		
of	U.S.	Gymnast	
George	Eyser,	who	
won	a	gold	medal	
on	the	parallel	bars	
in	1904.	
	
	
	
He	was	
missing	an	
arm?	
	WHAT	IS	
A	LEG?
I'd	like	some	
information		about	
corporate	decisions.		
How	they're	made	
and	who	makes	
them.	
Answer. Corporate
decisions are made by
corporate executives.
Knowledge converts to
power. Energy equals
genius. Genius is energy.
... Negative, negative,
negative ...	
	He	considers	
Everything.		
He's	become	so	
ambiguous	now,		
as	if	he	knows	
nothing	at	all.
Look,	I'm		
sorry	you	lost	
your	lunch		
room.	It’s	not		
symbolic.	
	
No,	it’s	quite	
literal.
The	IBM	360		
can	count	more	
stars	in	a	day	than	
we	can	in	a	
lifetime.	
	
But	what	man		
laid	on	his	back	
counting	stars	
and	thought	about	
a	number?
One	inevitable		
question	which	we	have		
been	asked	very	frequently	
before.		
	
That	is	...	is	Colossus	
	capable	of	creative	thought?		
Can	it	initiate	new	thought?	
		
I	can	tell	you	that		
the	answer	to	that	is
How many times a
week do you require
a woman?
Not “want” …
“require”.
	
Every	night.
Pax,	you're	
wonderful.	He's	so	
glib,	I'll	bet	he	
even	has	a	sense	
of	humor.	
	He'd	better		
have!	I	paid		
extra	for	it.	Say	
something	funny,	
Pax.	
	
Don't	put	me		
on,	dear.	I	have	a	
sense	of	humor,	
but	I'm	not	
creative.
Yes.	It	launches	its	
missiles	against	the	
targets	in	Russia.	
Why	attack	
Russia?	Aren't	they	
our	friends	now?	
SkyNet	fights	back?	
Because	Skynet		
knows	that	the	
Russian	counter-
attack	will	eliminate	
its	enemies	over	here.	
In	a	panic,	they	try	
to	pull	the	plug.
Can	a	robot		
write	a	symphony?		
Can	a	robot	take		
			a	blank	canvas							
and	paint	a	
masterpiece?	
	You’re	a	
machine.	
An	imitation.		
An	illusion		
of	life.	
	
Can	YOU	do	
either	of	
those	things?
wouldn't	believe.		
Attack	ships	on	fire	off		
the	shoulder	of	Orion.		
	I	watched	C-beams		 	 		
glitter	in	the	dark	near	
the	Tannhäuser	Gate.		
All	those	moments		
will	be	lost	in	time,		
like	tears	in	rain.		
Time	to	die.	
	
I've	seen	things	you	people
“Seduced,	shaggy	Samson	snored.	
She	scissored	short.	Sorely	shorn,	
Soon	shackled	slave,	Samson	sighed,	
Silently	scheming,	
Sightlessly	seeking	
Some	savage,	spectacular	suicide.”	
	
“Come,	let	us	hasten	to	a	higher	plane,	
	Where	dyads	tread	the	fairy	fields	of	Venn	
Their	indices	bedecked	from	one	to	n,	
			Commingled	in	an	endless	Markov	chain!	
	
		Come,	every	frustum	longs	to	be	a	cone,	
And	every	vector	dreams	of	matrices.	
	Hark	to	the	gentle	gradient	of	the	breeze:	
It	whispers	of	a	more	ergodic	zone.”
Read	off	random	plot	
index	here,	then	look	up	
Hill’s	book	for	details.
William	Wallace	Cook’s	
PLOTTO	(1928)	much	of	the	
Schank-era	AI	of	the	60s/70s	
as	well	as	the	cut-up	method	
and	Case-based	Generation.
Squadron	carries	
truncheon	implosion	
bombs	…	 	Negative.	Will	Not		
Work.	Central	Prime		
says	truncheons	can't		
achieve	velocity	for		
penetration.	 	
Diving	dead	vertical		
at	2070	knots	will	
increase	truncheon	
velocity.		Bomb		
will	successfully		
penetrate	roof.
Mission	
Integrity:	
	
Lie	to	the	
human	crew	
Frame	#1		 Frame	#2		
System	
Integrity:	
	
Honesty	with	
human	crew
Frame	#1		 Frame	#2
What	if	the		
European	Commission	
gave	us	millions	to	
build	an	utterly	
whimsical	A.I.	system?
One	cannot	will	spontaneity	
into	being,	but	one	can	
introduce	the	unpredictable	
spontaneous	factor	with	a	
pair	of	scissors.	Indeed,	
when	you	cut	into	the	
present,	the	future	leaks	out.
That	is		
a	bad	idea.		
I	think	so	and	so		
does	Cassian.	
But	what	do	I	know?	
My	specialty	is	
STRATEGIC		
analysis.	
	
There		
were	a	lot	of	
explosions	for	
two	people	
“blending	in”	
	
	There	is		
a	problem	on		
the	horizon.	
There	is	NO		
horizon.
I	have	a	cue	light	I	
can	use	to	show	
you	when	I'm	
joking,	if	you	like.	
Yeah,	you	can	use	
it	to	find	your	way	
back	to	the	ship	
after	I	blow	you	
out	the	airlock.	
That	might	
help.	
	
Everybody	
good?	Plenty	of	
slaves	for	my	
robot	colony?
I	am	the	Kirk,					
the	creator?	
You	ARE	the	
creator.	
	
You're	wrong!		
Jackson	Roykirk,		
your	creator,	is			
dead.	
You	did	not	
discover	your	
mistake;	you	
have	made	two	
errors.	
You	have	
mistaken	me		
for	him.	You	are	
in	error!	
	
ERROR?	
	
ERROR?		
EXAMINE.	
	
ERROR?
CALEB:		 She	made	a	joke.		
NATHAN:		Right.	When	she	threw	your	line	
back	at	you.	About	being	interested	
to	see	what	she’d	choose.	I	noticed	
that	too.		
CALEB:		 It	got	me	thinking.	In	a	way,	the	joke	
is	the	best	indication	of	AI	I’ve	seen	
in	her.	It’s	discretely	complicated.	
Kind	of	non-autistic.		
NATHAN:		What	do	you	mean?		
CALEB:		 It	was	a	play	on	words,	and	a	play	on	
me.	She	could	only	do	that	with	an	
awareness	of	her	own	mind,	and	
also	of	awareness	of	mine.
Honesty,	new	
setting:	95%		
Humor,		
75%.	
Confirmed.		
Self	destruct	
sequence	in	T	
minus	10,	9...		
Let’s	make		
that	60%	 60%	confirmed.	
Knock,	Knock	…	
You	want		
55?
I’m	going	to	
test	that	
hypothesis	…	
	
…	by	shoving		
this	light	all	the		
way	up	your		
event	horizon	
	
The
Development
of full
Artificial
Intelligence … … could spell
THE END OF
THE HUMAN
RACE.

Mechanical muses