Ellis looked at the monitors over the bed. The brain waves were going irregular, moving into an attack configuration.
Benson wrinkled his nose and sniffed. "What's that smell?" he said. "That awful- "
Above the bed, a red monitor light blinked STIMULATION.
The brain waves spun in a distorted tangle of white lines for five seconds. Simultaneously, Benson's pupils dilated. Then the lines were smooth again; the pupils returned to normal size.
Benson turned away, staring out the window at the afternoon sun. "You know," he said, "it's really a very nice day, isn't it?"
For no particular reason, Janet Ross came back to the hospital at 11 p.m. She had gone to see a movie with a pathology resident who had been asking her for weeks; finally she had relented. They had seen a murder mystery, which the resident claimed was the only kind of movie he attended. This one featured five murders before she stopped counting them. In the darkness, she had glanced at the resident, and he was smiling. His reaction was so stereotyped - the pathologist drawn to violence and death - that she found herself thinking of the other stereotypes in medicine: the sadistic surgeons and the childish pediatricians and the woman-hating gynecologists. And the crazy psychiatrists.
Afterward, he had driven her back to the hospital because she had left her car in the hospital parking lot. But instead of driving home she had gone up to the NPS. For no particular reason.
The NPS was deserted, but she expected to find Gerhard and
Richards at work, and they were, poring over computer print-outs in Telecomp. They hardly noticed when she came into the room and got herself some coffee. "Trouble?" she said.
Gerhard scratched his head. "Now it's Martha," he said.
"First George refuses to be a saint. Now Martha is becoming nice. Everything's screwed up."
Richards smiled. "You have your patients, Jan," he said,
"and we have ours."
"Speaking of my patient…"
"Of course," Gerhard said, getting up and walking over to the computer console. "I was wondering why you came in." He smiled. "Or was it just a bad date?"
"Just a bad movie," she said.
Gerhard punched buttons on the console. Letters and numbers began to print out. "Here's all the checks since I started it at one-twelve this afternoon."
"I can't make anything out of this," Ross said, frowning.
"It looks like he's dozing on and off, and he's gotten a couple of stimulations, but…" She shook her head. "Isn't there another display mode?"
As she spoke, the computer produced another report, adding it to the column of numbers:
"People," Gerhard said, in mock irritation. "They just can't handle machine data." It was true. Machines could handle column after column of numbers. People needed to see patterns. On the other hand, machines were very poor at recognizing patterns. The classic problem was trying to get a machine to differentiate between the letter "B" and the letter "D." A child could do it; it was almost impossible for a machine to look at the two patterns and discern the difference.
"I'll give you a graphic display," Gerhard said. He punched buttons, wiping the screen. After a moment, cross-hatching for a graph appeared, and the points began to blink on.
"Damn," she said when she saw the graph.
"What's the matter?" Gerhard said.
"He's getting more frequent stimulations. He had none for a long time, and then he began to have them every couple of hours. Now it looks like one an hour."
"So?" Gerhard said.
"What does that suggest to you?" she said.
"Nothing in particular."
"It should suggest something quite specific," she said.
"We know that Benson's brain will be interacting with the computer, right?"
"Yes…"
"And that interaction will be a learning pattern of some kind. It's just like a kid with a cookie jar. If you slap the kid's hand every time he reaches for the cookies, pretty soon he won't reach so often. Look." She drew a quick sketch.
"Now," she said, "that's negative reinforcement. The kid reaches, but he gets hurt. So he stops reaching. Eventually he'll quit altogether. Okay?"
"Sure," Gerhard said, "but- "
"Let me finish. If the kid is normal, it works that way. But if the kid is a masochist, it will be very different." She drew another curve.
"Here the kid is reaching more often for the cookies, because he likes getting hit. It should be negative reinforcement, but it's really positive reinforcement. Do you remember Cecil?"
"No," Gerhard said.
On the computer console, a new report appeared:
"Oh shit," she said. "It's happening."
"What's happening?"
"Benson is going into a positive progression cycle."
"I don't understand."
"It's just like Cecil. Cecil was the first monkey to be wired with electrodes to a computer. That was back in '65. The computer wasn't miniaturized then; it was a big clunky computer, and the monkey was wired up by actual wires. Okay. Cecil had epilepsy. The computer detected the start of a seizure, and delivered a counter-shock to stop it. Okay. Now the seizures should have come less and less frequently, like the hand reaching for the cookies less and less often. But instead the reverse happened. Cecil liked the shocks. And he began to initiate seizures in order to experience the pleasurable shocks."