“No, no,” Asha started waving her hands, “In the best case scenario, there will be a vent system failure, accidental of course, and it will “accidently” pump out all the air from our lab for just a couple of hours. Everything will be done quickly and accurately! Do you remember what happened to the group who were involved in cold fusion? A dam cracked down and they were flooded! And the guy who transferred energy without wires – electrocuted while conducting an experiment.”
“Asha, your words make me shiver,” Atarva said with a wince. “I am scared, Asha.”
All of us are scared, my friend,” the girl’s voice sounded confident and calm. “And that’s quite natural for people. But you’ve got to take all the circumstances into account: we have developed something that is considerably ahead of our time! Soon we will hand over the ready processor to the customer as well as the keys to its locks. But we can’t pass over our knowledge to them, which is a problem! The customer obviously wants to have control over the technology of the processor production and the processor itself, isn’t that evident? What can they do? Let’s make a forecast. Atarva is right that we’ll have to disappear, whatever the outcome, unless we come up with a way to escape. Therefore, having made the first step, personally I’m prepared to make the second one! Let’s start to prepare for the experiment. Maybe the result obtained will be our way out. Do you agree?”
“Don’t make so much noise, Asha! They may hear you even through the silence field,” Nestor hissed to her. “Atarva raised the question of how to engage the AI in our work. The Curators check daily reports on its operation and performed tasks. What can make the AI keep a secret from men? I suggest we start communicating with Absolem, and open for him an access to making personal directions that will not be subject to control. We must motivate him by giving him a certain purpose so that he will deliberately create distortions in the data of his reports to the Curators. Or simply will deceive them. The AI Absolem is a first-generation machine with linear logic!”
“Guys, I will talk to him. I take this part on myself.”
“Let Asha motivate Absolem,” Nestor said with a smile. “Then I and Atarva will have to do a sheer trifle: prepare equipment and assemble the circuit. That won’t be too difficult: what we need is an interface to achieve coupling between the human brain and the machine. It must be able to display information from the human brain at large speed; otherwise the machine’s artificial brain will simply fail to comprehend it. It will be logical to entrust this task to Absolem. Its resource should be enough for that. We’ll all get synchronized with its processor, and it will, in its turn, create a channel for our communication with the Super Brain. And the latter will establish a field to allow us to get in contact with the Ocean and through it with the Intelligent Shell of the planet. Theoretically, this should work.
Our task is to obtain information from the Noosphere during the contact.
However the circuit is not well-adjusted and therefore will constitute a problem. We’ll have only one try, which will be vertically a Leap of Faith!
Consequently, the experiment will require a team of four participants. Now time is against us, we need to hurry.”
The Monsoon Season in Bangalore is a very special period of time, during which the city gets engulfed with water currents running along its streets as a result of prolonged and heavy tropical rains.
The very term “Monsoon Season” might have been brought into use by residents of metropolises who consider this natural phenomenon to be dangerous.
Torrents damage their brand clothes and cars. And therefore water flows coming from the sky and fresh wind only annoy them.
City dwellers sincerely believe that nature is supposed to accept piles of urban waste and to absorb hazardous, dirty discharges.
Formerly, Indian people called it the “Flowers and Harvest Season”. People used to celebrate water flows coming from heaven and to thank Mother Nature for that gift, since it was bestowed to them by the Gods. Water used to mean life and good harvest. Nature changes its energy emanations during the Flowers Season.
“That’s why this will be the most suitable time for the experiment.”
The biosphere itself appears to invite us for the contact,” Atarva was in the habit of thinking out loud, seeking support of likeminded people. “By the way, the circuit of the contact will be of a rather unusual character: no customary sensors, wiring and gauges.
To begin with, our processor needs no interface whatsoever, unless its potential is deliberately limited. It creates by itself a certain field to synchronize it with an operator. And it is this capability of the processor that the customer wished to lock out, and firmly insists on that. Moreover, a new rule was introduced a couple of minutes ago: as of now, any contact with the processor will be controlled by the Curators.
We must think of how to bypass this obstacle.”
“And we won’t get in contact ourselves; I’ll try to motivate Absolem to make an enquiry under the pretext of a standard operation mode check.”
“Oh, my Gods!” Atarva exclaimed, staring at the data on the holographic projector. “We may call this a miracle or a stroke of luck! I can see that there is a wireless interface for synchronizing with Absolem available in the Center’s warehouse. Three sets! What a coincidence! And I’ve noticed these quite by chance!”
Atarva gave them an excited look.
“By chance?” Nestor said with a note of disbelief.
“Even a brick won’t fall on someone’s head by chance,” Asha said in a pensive voice, “And Annushka has already spilled sunflower oil…”
Night had fallen, but no one had switched on the light in the director’s office.
Heavy water drops were whipping on the darkened windows and water currents were running off the glass. A tropical rain with gusty wind! What can be more beautiful than this weather?
Standing beside the window, he was looking at palms swinging under stormy wind and leaves being ripped off trees and thrown on the window glass.
He remembered how in the days of his youth, he would compare palms waving in the wind to slender girls with thick, unfastened hair. He smiled at those memories; it had been so long ago. He activated a communicator on his ear with his thumb.
“Sangeeta, please tell Jagdish that I ask him to come over for a game of chess, when has some free time.”
He switched off the device and kept on standing in darkness before the window, looking at palms.
“Or Lord Ganesh, will you please help us weather all challenges on our way and defer the inevitable even for a moment – this moment will be enough for us!”
“Darkness is gathering!” Jagdish hurriedly entered the office and walked to his friend. “Have you seen that black cloud approaching us?”
“Our chess game is already underway, my friend! And darkness cannot cancel it,” Raj said in a soft and unusually calm voice as someone who had made a difficult decision. “And it’s high time for the white to make a move!”
He silently turned to Jagdish, removed the communicator from his ear and put it on the table, then with a motion of his eyes requested his friend to do the same and headed towards the lounge room.
As soon as the heavy door closed behind them, Jagdish at once got down to business:
“As we expected, they’ve decided to conduct an experiment and are now tackling technical issues. I’ve assigned Absolem to help them in every way. I’ve myself downloaded into Absolem all the programs required for the experiment and the contact. I’ve also received new interfaces and put them in the warehouse,” Jagdish fidgeted in the armchair. He appeared to be highly concerned. “The worst thing in this situation is that I can’t see a favorable outcome for their group. And for us as well.”