"Okay, the excavation has given me three discreet segments to study. I've got the entire matrix just prior to the RI going off-line in one segment, the same during the period it was off-line, and the segment just after it came back online and began to collapse. I isolated them all from each other, but I set up a marker base to follow the linkages."
"You did all that after I left yesterday? What time did you go home?"
Rana shrugged. "I don't know, midnight." She pointed to the screen. "Now. Getting these three sets apart gave me a handle on the problem. All those command nodes that we traced to maintenance? The entire system shifted all its attention to them during the off-line period. It was as if the RI just let itself be sucked out of its own matrix to somewhere else. Of course, that left a lot of automatic functions, but even those were subsumed to a different set of operational parameters during this period."
"Wait, wait. You're saying that something drew all the higher-level functions away from its primary duties?"
"More or less. The maintenance nodes show exponentially increased stimulation, as if a tremendous amount of data was suddenly being pumped to those sites and demanding that the RI pay attention. And it did. Complete attention. Basically, everything it was supposed to focus on became secondary. Not even that. Quaternary. The only thing it seemed to be noticing outside these nodes were the mobile units."
"And when it came back online?"
"From what I can see, it came back exactly at the point that it left-with one difference, the time chop. It knew that minutes had gone by during which time it was not paying attention. It couldn't escape the conclusion that it had failed. Collapse began almost immediately."
"Thales," Derec called out, "are you still running Union Station?"
"No, Derec, not all of it," the RI responded. "I am being shut out systematically as systems are being changed over to newly installed Imbitek systems."
"But you were doing it all?"
"For twelve hours, twenty-three minutes, Derec."
"While you maintained full oversight of Union Station, did you run a diagnostic of satellite systems?"
"Yes, Derec. I needed to know what I had to work with. Standard procedure in a new environment."
"Of course. Did you find anything unusual?"
"Several systems were of a type of imbedded technology with which I am unfamiliar. Nothing out of my capacity to interpret and operate, only new configurations."
"What about… Rana, is there a list of those maintenance nodes?"
"Sure." She touched contacts. A list appeared on her screen.
"What about these sites, Thales?" Derec asked.
"There was nothing at those sites, Derec. "
"What do you mean, nothing?"
"I mean that I found no corresponding systems of any sort answering my diagnostic interrogatory at those sites."
"But the Union Station RI showed them to be active."
"I cannot account for the discrepancy, Derec. I acknowledge the data from the RI, but my own diagnostic and analysis showed nothing at those sites. It is possible that those sites suffered damage or were programmed to operate only at predetermined times or were programmed to shut down at a predetermined time."
"How much access do you still have to Union Station?"
"I have been excluded from sixty-two percent of the systems," Thales stated.
"Can you still monitor those sites?"
"Three of them are still within my sphere."
"Watch them. I want to know if any activity occurs at all at those sites. The method of exclusion-can you work around it?"
"Do you mean can I bypass it?"
"Yes."
"I can, Derec, but it is against-"
"Never mind that. This is a priority. Humans may be in danger as a consequence of those sites resuming some operation. I want you to circumvent the exclusions if possible without alerting anyone outside Phylaxis and keep a monitor on them. Understood?"
"I understand, Derec. "
"Continue, Thales."
"Nothing there?" Rana said. She waved a hand at the screens displaying the shattered remnants of the RI. "That's a lot of damage for nothing."
"Those sites were shut down," Derec said. "I'd love to know how they did that without leaving a physical trace, though. Something should be there, even if it's only an I/O port. Which reminds me, I got in there last night."
"Where? Union Station?"
"Back in the service sections, yes. I found something…" He went to his own console and retrieved the paper with the sample. "I need this analyzed," he said, opening it. "This was all through the circuitry in one of the maintenance nodes. It's hard and brittle. I hope there's enough here."
"I'll set Thales up on an analysis," Rana said, peering at the flakes suspiciously.
Derec glanced at the screens. "A positronic brain is joined to its realtime perception in a one-to-one relationship. It has to be that way or interpretive errors creep in and there's a kind of subjective drift."
"But robots interpret things all the time."
"True, but they have their core template to use as a standard. If you look at how they interpret you'll see that they're damnably literal. There was a classic case once of a newly uncrated robot completely disbelieving that humans had built it. The only evidence it could see were the humans supervising it and clearly they couldn't build one, so it must have been a lie. The Three Laws prevented it from doing other than its duty to protect and obey them, but only within certain limits, and it came to believe that robots were created by another machine."
"I thought that was apocryphal."
"Maybe. I've heard it said that the core template came directly out of that incident. But apocryphal or not, it illustrates the point. Positronic robots rely on the concrete to function. If they didn't, they could easily develop neuroses based on abstract concepts of humans they don't even know coming to harm."
"Robots having an existential crisis."
"Something like that. So we give them strict associational and sensory parameters by which to recognize what is real. That way they can determine optimum hierarchical responses to orders given by humans that may conflict with First Law imperatives and likewise permit them to make similar assessments in Third Law situations. Judgements like that demand concrete definitions."
"But what if you substituted those definitions with others? Or one set of perceptions with a different set?"
"They're designed to shut down if they detect that kind of sensory shift. You ' d have to actually bypass their sensory apparatus to do that, but bypass it without any interruption in the sensory input, and consistent with the core template."
Rana tapped one of the screens. "This brain thought it was playing a game. All it perceived, apparently, was the game. The game became its concrete definition."
"Which is impossible. Any code coming in from outside would cause a complete disruption of normal function."
"Unless it didn't come from outside."
"You mean like a parallel system built into its matrix?"
"Bogard worked that way."
"In a very limited fashion. Bogard's buffers simply bypassed crisis situations. It still perceived reality-"
"It just conveniently forgot some of it. What's the difference?"
None, Derec thought, staring at the screens. He had recognized the similarity in the paradox loops the other night. He had hoped it had been a fluke, but Rana had a point. Someone had devised a more complete way to divert a positronic matrix, and not just part of it.
The com chimed.
"Yes?"
"Mr. A very?"
"Speaking."
"This is Ambassador Chassik."
"Yes, Ambassador," Derec said, wincing. "I apologize for not returning your calls yesterday, but I was out of the lab-"
"I understand that, Mr. Avery. I've reached you now and that's fine. I wanted to get together with you to discuss certain matters concerning the removal of the RI from Union Station."
Derec glanced at the time. Almost six-thirty. "It's rather early, Ambassador. When did you have in mind?"