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The pulse is reaching the DK-37 about four degrees off, and the gate is closing before it all gets through. That's forcing the regulator circuit to overcompensate, and...." Mike didn't listen to any more. He didn't know whether Snookums knew what he was talking about or not, but he did know that the thing the robot had mentioned would have had just such an effect.
Who was saying those inane things over the speaker that served the robot as a mouth? It was certainly a woman's voice. Mike was still moving backward, toward the door. The machine that called itself Snookums wasn't moving toward him, which was some consolation, but not much. The thing could obviously move faster on those treads than Mike could on his feet.
"To frustrate Snookums would be to destroy all the work we have put into him. His circuits would tend to exceed optimum randomity, and that would mean, in human terms, that he would be insane and therefore worthless. As a machine, Snookums is worth eighteen billion dollars.
"I can study Him. I can know what He is doing." "Why do you want to know what He is doing?" "So that I can analyze His methods." Mike thought that one over. He knew that he and Snookums were beginning to sound like they were reading a catechism written by a madman, but he had a definite hunch that Snookums was on the trail of something. "You want to know His methods," Mike said after a moment.
"Then you'd better get busy. We're landing in the morning." She nodded. "I know. Captain Quill has already told us." "Fine, then." He stood up. "What will you do? Simply tell Snookums to forget all this stuff?" "Good Heavens no! It's too thoroughly integrated with every other bit of data he has!
"Leda, if I'm right if this is what has been causing Snookums' odd behavior can you cure him?" She looked at the book again and nodded. "I think so. But it will take a lot of work. I'll have to talk to Fitz about it. We'll have to keep this book and the other two." Mike shook his head. "No can do. Can you photocopy them?" "Certainly. But it'll take oh, two or three hours per book."
He watched Leda for the space of three deep breaths, tore his eyes away, looked at what Snookums was doing, then said: "Get him out of here!" in a stage whisper to Leda. Snookums was looking over the notations on the meter readings for the previous few minutes. He had simply picked them up from the desk where one of the computermen was working and scanned them rapidly before handing them back.
Snookums is trying to figure that one out now; if he ever does, he's going to be a thought policeman, and a strict one." "You mean he's working on telepathy?" She laughed humorlessly. "No. But he's trying to dope out a system whereby he can tell what a man is going to do a few seconds before he does it muscular and nervous preparation, that sort of thing.
Now he was being allowed full rein in his data-seeking circuits, and he chose to investigate, not the physical sciences, but the study of Mankind. Since the proper study of Mankind is Man, Snookums proceeded to study the people on the ship. Within three days the officers had evolved a method of Snookums-evasion.
But not unless it was given to him and he was specifically told to use its contents as data." "Good," said Mike. "Now, suppose Snookums was given complete data on a certain field of knowledge. Suppose further that this field is internally completely logical, completely coherent, completely self-consistent. Suppose it could even be reduced to a series of axioms and theorems in symbolic logic."
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