Part 7 (1/2)
They sat in silence for a moment.
”Well, maybe the AI core remotely controlled the machine,” Nicole said. ”It could have escaped in the shuttle, in fact. But Black Core isn't being cooperative. I think if they knew they had a rogue AI on the loose, they'd come clean and ask for help from the s.p.a.ce force. They may be shady, but they're not insane.”
”We destroyed the machine. If the core wasn't inside, she probably disabled it,” Bren said.
”Too many unknowns,” Nicole said.
”Too many for my taste,” Bren agreed.
The next day, responding to a summons from Jameson, Bren signed onto another meeting from his quarters. He was the last to materialize around the table. He noted that the background had changed. The officers and Advisor Vendrati appeared to be sitting in a wide-open room with a polished wood floor and flawless white walls. The table stood next to giant windows looking out across a vast lawn bordered by a manicured flower garden. Bren saw a fountain in the distance.
”I've got a bombsh.e.l.l to lay on you all, so I'll just come out and say it,” Vendrati said shortly after Bren appeared. ”The super robot that took out our a.s.sAIL units was only partially robotic. We found evidence of biological componentry in the wreckage. It was some kind of cyborg.”
”That doesn't make much sense to me,” Bren said. ”If it had a human brain in it that would probably have made it slower. It would have been a poor opponent.”
”We only a.s.sume it would be a brain. Maybe the living components were for some other function. Anyway, it was almost certainly not human but artificial. The material we've recovered isn't consistent with human or even mammalian brains. Or for that matter, any other natural organs, or processes.”
”There's no reason to have any biological components of a cyborg other than a brain and maybe support for the brain. No one puts a liver in a robot. All our organs exist only to keep our brain alive and give it the ability to manipulate the external world,” said Devin.
”Well, we suspect it may be a new kind of AI core. Biological-based AI has been considered for some time, but never achieved as far as we know,” said Vendrati. ”We're still working on the remains, but it was such a hot explosion, so we don't have much.”
”I'll put out the word to expand the targets of our surveillance network to include data related to any cyborg research going on in the corporations, especially Bentra and Black Core,” Devin said.
”I'm puzzled. I don't see any advantage of using biological components when we can already produce an AI core much smarter than ourselves,” said Bren.
Everyone mulled that over for a moment. Then Vendrati said, ”Researchers explored these possibilities back before we produced the first cores in silicon. Maybe Bentra kept it going on a low budget after that. I'm not sure what they could hope to accomplish or why. But the results speak for themselves. The cyborg defeated several a.s.sAIL units.”
”I can think of another thing,” Jackson said. ”I'm not sure, but hear me out. We know our AI cores are superintelligent, and they're great interfacing with other computers. So much so, they're dangerous. We have to worry about them spreading over networks, planting eggs on storage devices, they're hard to keep up with and hard to control. They have no sense of self that links them to any one piece of hardware. But if you had a superintelligent artificial brain made from biological components, would you have to worry about it spreading? I mean, human brains can't inherently download themselves into storage or transport themselves into new hardware over the network. And even if they could, they have a strong sense of self that might prevent them from doing so.”
Bren shook his head. ”Those same properties make us slow. Our PV interfaces, even our link-based ones, are orders of magnitude less efficient than those utilized by an AI core. So the cyborg would be slow as well.”
”Slow to use other computers, yes. But would it make for a slow robot? Maybe it had custom hardware to interface with its own body,” Jackson said.
”I don't know. It's outside of my range of experience,” Bren said.
”We have people on it Earthside,” said Vendrati. ”We need one of those things intact to study. Obviously, it was formidable. If there's a revolution of this sort ahead for us, we need to know about it.”
”It's an amazing development. Have we learned anything else worth mentioning before we get back at it?” asked Jameson.
”There is one other development,” Devin said. ”One of the male Asian slaves we found on the station had a link after all. We only found it because of extensive medical scans made for the human rights organizations that were interested because of their campaigns against the human slave trade. It doesn't respond on any legal link frequency.”
”Broken in the excitement of the raid?” asked Henley.
”It could be compromised by an AI core,” Bren said urgently. ”It should be quarantined.”
”It has been quarantined, but it wasn't suborned by an AI. The a.n.a.lysis from Earth indicates he's a Chinese spy.”
”Wow. I guess that shouldn't surprise me, though,” Vendrati said. ”The Chinese must know about the slaves and managed to take advantage of it.”
”Kind of scary that they planted a spy rather than stopping it from happening,” Henley said.
”What could they do?” said Bren. ”It's not a company in the Chinese bloc. If they moved against Bentra, it could mean heating up the world war.”
”They could have traded to get them back, if they'd been willing to reveal that they knew about them,” said Vendrati.
”They regularly inject spies into the slave trade,” Devin said. ”They may not even know where the spy will end up. They may have a network that spans the entire solar system based on the trade.”
”Who would volunteer for a job like that?” Vendrati said.
”Let's skip the moral a.n.a.lysis of Chinese espionage methods,” Jameson said. His avatar turned to Devin. ”Find out what he dug up. Vendrati is on the cyborg trail. The rest of you stay on course. We'll meet again before we detach from Thermopylae.”
Hoffman walked into Meridian's niche in the Guts and regarded Bren.
”What's up? I know we're on a timeline here, but it's the middle of the night.”
”Thanks for coming. I'm sorry but I really need your help. I'm going to launch this core and have it a.n.a.lyze the logs,” Bren said.
”What? You're going to give it the logs? You trying to Ma.r.s.eilles us all? What if it-”
”What if it what?”
”Well, I mean what if it gets out of control ... takes over the s.h.i.+p?”
”That's why the captain's sitting on a nuke,” Bren said. ”I imagine Jackson has access to it as well. It would make sense. It'll be on an isolated system, probably not doc.u.mented in the main data stores.”
”Holy s.h.i.+t. Why do you want to do this anyway?”
”Should be obvious. We got our a.s.ses kicked. We don't know what happened. But we have a lot of data, including the modules from each a.s.sAIL while its core was active. We need the power of a core to make some conclusions for us.”
”It's a lot of data to give a core,” Hoffman said. ”I mean, we haven't had time to clean it very well. So much as one sitcom episode could tell it how stupid we are.”
”But it came from a core that started clean,” Bren said. ”And we shut them off quickly. They were still young. If we only go for an hour or two more, we'll be well within safety limits.”
Hoffman seemed to accept the reasoning. They worked quickly, preparing the nexus to revive the blank core a.s.signed to Meridian under controlled conditions. They had done similar core runs two or three times in the past when they tested the a.s.sAIL units, although they had never dared start a core with anything more than the most meticulously prepared information packages.
”I've completed the containment checklist,” Bren said.
”The core is isolated from the cha.s.sis,” Hoffman said. ”I have the power wired up with a couple of manual cutouts.”
”Good,” Bren said, accepting a power b.u.t.ton from Hoffman. Holding a kill switch might help calm my nerves.
”Okay, here we go,” Bren said. He activated the power plant. Hoffman monitored the core as it came online. They waited for a couple of minutes while the core matured. Bren found himself sweating again. What if Meridian had left a message in the data? Bren had gone through most of it quickly looking for obvious problems, but if a core had hidden a message there, he might not spot it. They relied on other programs to help them look, programs written by humans, no doubt with human flaws.
Bren wondered what kind of message a core would leave for another core. They're going to turn you off? Bren decided it wouldn't be so simplistic. It could contain a dump of everything about their creators it had learned. What flew through a mind that powerful when it became clear that the humans planned to murder it? Fear? Outrage?
”It's reading from the Thermopylae storage module,” Hoffman said.
Bren and Hoffman waited. Bren had the creepy feeling again, the feeling of being watched or found out. He always feared the core knew they were using it as a disposable tool. He knew the idea of using something smarter than himself as a slave was an untenable position. Yet the UNSF had done just that on the Thermopylae raid.