Leon looked at her sideways. “How?”
“They’re zombies,” Cat said.
“Flesh eating?” Leon raised one eyebrow.
He was cute, Cat thought, remembering the feeling of cradling his head earlier. She had sudden distracted emotions, wondering what it’d be like to get naked with him. Focus, girl, focus. It might be the end of the world. “No, they’re philosophical zombies.”
“Huh?” Mike asked. “What the hell is a philosophical zombie?”
“Something that looks and acts like a person, but isn’t really one,” Cat answered. “They’re used as a construct in philosophy to argue about the nature of consciousness. They don’t exist, really…”
Mike stared doubtfully at her. “You’ve studied a lot of philosophy?” he said, almost, but not quite, rolling his eyes. Typical old guy reaction.
“More than you, I think.”
“Listen to Catherine,” Helena said. “She’s correct. Adam is controlling the last forty thousand people through their neural implants. The humans’ own consciousnesses are gone. Presumably there were others, but they’re gone now.”
“It’s not possible,” Leon said, but glanced at Mike, who nodded, a pained expression on his face.
“It is,” Tony said. “Adam created these black boxes to do things to people’s heads if they’ve got implants. We’ve been going out and stealing memories for the last year.”
Mike raised his eyebrows. “How do you steal a memory?”
“We take a black box,” Tony said, as Slim shook his head in the background. “We bring it into a room with the target of the extraction. We press the button, the unit talks to their neural implant, makes them remember everything, and records the memories.”
“Why?” Leon asked. “That’s pointless.”
“He’s got to find out what’s going on in the world outside Tucson,” Tony said. “Cause of the firewall.”
“He doesn’t want any other AI to detect him,” Helena said, “or they’d report him. He created a massive firewall around Tucson to eliminate evidence of his existence.”
“I can’t believe he doesn’t send any realtime data,” Mike said.
“He does,” Cat said. “Certain ports are open, but they’re highly restricted. Everything inside is cached and stale. But why steal memories?”
“Never underestimate the bandwidth of a station wagon full of tapes hurtling down the highway,” Helena said.
“What?” Cat asked.
“Professor Andrew Tanenbaum,” Helena explained, “a pre-YONI specialist in computer networking, was referring to the capacity of moving physical media recorded with data versus sending the same information electronically.”
Leon nodded. “That rings a bell.”
“You can strap a memory stick on a carrier pigeon,” Helena said, “and if the file size is large enough, the bird will beat a transfer by the Internet. If Adam wants the maximum amount of data while minimizing his network footprint, transporting memories via boxes is an optimal solution.”
Tony cleared his throat. “That’s not all. He’s stealing from particular people to influence the People’s Party.”
“I knew there was a connection,” Leon said. “But I don’t understand why.”
“His purpose may be to discredit the anti-AI movement,” Helena said. “The Party is associated with extremist behavior.”
“Like the attack on Shizoko Reynolds in Austin,” Leon said.
“Yes,” Helena said. “There’s been a massive protest in Washington, and now in New York, since the President and Vice President are meeting with the G8.”
Cat remembered fragments of Adam’s data streams she’d sensed while she was training with him. He’d been communicating with people in Manhattan.
“I wonder…” Cat trailed off, lost in thought.
“What?” Mike asked.
“I oversaw bits of traffic, Adam coordinating with someone in New York City. He gave them a timetable and locker codes.”
“Perhaps the movement is planning an attack on the President,” Helena said.
“Why?” Mike said, “He’s already one of the most anti-AI presidents we’ve had.”
“As a puppet organization controlled by Adam,” Helena said, “this is a logical course of action for the People’s Party.”
Mike looked at Cat. “When does the timetable take place?”
She shrugged. “I’m not sure. I caught tiny fragments. Soon, I think. The real question is how is Adam able to do any of this? Isn’t the purpose of the Institute to ensure AI don’t harm people? Aren’t there three laws to that effect?”
Leon and Mike chuckled weakly.
“You’re thinking of Asimov’s Three Laws of Robotics,” Leon said. “And no, it doesn’t work that way. Asimov thought it would be easy to implement rules like ‘A robot may not injure a human being.’ But AI materialize from collections of algorithms and neural networks. They’re conditioned into existence.”
“Attempts to create such a rule run into endless questions of ‘What is a robot? What is a human being? What is injure?” said Helena.
“Exactly.” Mike nodded his head. “Instead of defining terms in rules implemented in software, AI learn. Like a baby learns about the environment around them and their expected behavior. It’s accelerated, of course, and the best AI are replicated, but in the end they’re emergent, not programmed. That’s why we have the reputation framework, to be an ongoing, adaptive guide to correct behavior. Unfortunately, social pressure sometimes fails to create a properly socialized being, whether human or AI.”
“But never on this scale,” Leon said. He turned to Helena. “We must stop Adam and fast. What’s your plan?”
“We need to get undetected to the University of Arizona campus, which is patrolled by combat bots, and use underground maintenance tunnels to get to Gould-Simpson, the computer science building where Adam resides. Cat and I must connect to the fiber optic network inside to attack Adam himself.”
“Why don’t you blow up the building?” Tony said. “Won’t Adam die?”
“No,” Helena said. “Even if we could wrest control of sufficient military bots away from Adam, which I doubt, and destroy the computer lab, Adam would simply shift his consciousness to a new location. He has enough power to break the processor encryption codes, so he could go anywhere. No, we attack electronically, surrounding him so that he cannot move his neural nets to another place. We must shut the door to catch the thief. Cat and I can contain him.”
“What do we do?” Tony asked.
“You will disturb the water and catch a fish,” Helena said.
Cat couldn’t believe she was hearing a bot spout two-thousand-year-old Chinese military strategy. She might actually like Helena.
“Huh?” Slim said.
“You sow confusion,” Helena said. “Report catching Catherine and use your armored vehicle to attack those sent to pick her up, forcing Adam to send more people to you and to concentrate his attention on you.”
Slim and Tony turned to each other.
“That doesn’t sound so good to me,” Tony said. “We’re just two guys. Adam will crush us.”
“Before the reinforcements arrive, we’ll eliminate Adam.”
“And if you don’t?” Tony said.
Helena waggled her tentacles as her only answer.
64
Cat climbed into the armored personnel carrier last and shut the door. Tony drove and Slim manned the weapons console, while the rest of the group sat facing each other on jump seats. Cat took a spot next to Leon, conscious of her leg touching his.
Helena displayed diagrams in a shared netspace for them to analyze.
“Cat,” Helena said, over the roar of the vehicle’s off-road tires. “I’ll attack Adam and attempt to wipe his core. You’ll need to establish a perimeter so that Adam cannot escape. He used a firewall to prevent other AI from entering Tucson and detecting him, now you must use the same technique to keep him from leaving. If you fail, Adam will enter the global net, making it difficult, if not impossible, to track him.”