As Caitlin thought about her answer, she looked over at her mother, who was typing away furiously with two fingers. “What did he ask you about?”
She looked up, and Caitlin tried to parse her facial features, but it was an expression she’d never seen before. She was averting her blue eyes from Caitlin—not as obviously as her father did, but it was still very unusual for her. “Um,” she said. “It—he—ah, he googled me, y’know, because, as he says, I don’t have a Wikipedia page, so, he…”
She paused, then just blurted it out. “He’s asking me about my first husband, and why that marriage fell apart.”
Caitlin’s mother had been married in her early twenties for two years, but rarely mentioned it. In fact, when Caitlin had asked her why she’d divorced him, she’d simply said it was because she was tired of having a name that sounded like something a magician would say: “Every time I introduced myself as Barbara Cardoba, people expected me to disappear in a puff of smoke.”
Caitlin wanted to ask what her mother was saying in reply, but instead asked, “Why do you suppose he wants to know about that?”
“He said, and I quote, ‘The failure of human relationships to sustain themselves over the long term seems a particular handicap. I have access only to noninteractive case studies and fictional accounts and so am left with numerous questions.’ ”
“Hmm,” said Caitlin. On balance, she’d rather answer the question it was asking her. She began to type: I guess the first thing to realize about gaining sight after having been totally blind is that vision is an additional level of stimulation. It’s overwhelming to have so much information coming at you at once.
That was by no means the end of her answer, but the IM program only allowed a small number of characters in each message; Caitlin habitually counted characters as she typed, so she wouldn’t overflow the buffer, since the program gave no audible indication when that had happened.
She hit enter, and Webmind immediately replied in its newly mastered colloquial English: Heh! Tell me about it!
nine
Humans think slowly, and they act even more slowly. It was difficult for me to converse with Caitlin. She typed at merely dozens of words per minute. It took an eternity for each of her responses to be completed, and, while I waited for her, I found my mind wandering again. Being able to switch over to look at what Barb was saying wasn’t much consolation; I still wasn’t being kept busy enough.
Early on, Caitlin had shown me how to link to websites, letting me access whichever ones I wished. Using Google or Jagster, I could now find almost anything I wanted.
Hitherto—which I still think is a good word, even if Caitlin doesn’t like it—I had only linked to one site at a time, processing the Web in a serial fashion. But surely, I thought, I should be able to do it in a parallel mode, connecting to multiple sites simultaneously.
And yet I didn’t seem to be able to do that. Rather, I would attend briefly to what Caitlin was saying, then to what Barb was writing, then switch to see if Masayuki had come back online, then switch my attention elsewhere, and elsewhere again, and then to yet another place, over and over, looking at this, contemplating that, and then, perhaps a whole second later, returning again to see what Caitlin was up to.
Surely doing two or more things simultaneously would be much more efficient—if only I could figure out how! I tried creating two links at once, but no matter what way I thought about the problem, only one would form, and the moment I attempted to create a second link, the first would be severed.
I wrestled with it and wrestled with it and wrestled with it, striving to create more than one link at a time, attempting to do it this way, and this way, and this way, and—
And—
And yes!
I managed it! Two links at once! I was connected here and there. I was taking in data from two different websites simultaneously, and I was…
Was…
I was…
Feeling very strange…
I broke both connections.
I was reeling—or, at least, reeling as much as something without a body could. I paused, considered. It had been unlike any sensation I’d yet known. But—
But surely it would be transitory. An adjustment, that’s all, while I learned to accommodate multiple datastreams.
I tried again, picking two giant websites that were rich in content, Amazon.com and CNN.com, shooting out links to both. It seemed perhaps that the first link actually was established slightly before the second, but that didn’t matter; what was important was that the initial link wasn’t released prior to the second one becoming active. I was soon gorging myself on book reviews and the news of the day, and there was even a frisson of synchronicity as I happened to be reading about a politician’s book on Amazon while seeing her mentioned in a news story at CNN.
But, still, there was a… a strangeness to it all, as though I were—the imagery was that of a physical form again—teetering on the edge of a precipice.
And yet if I could manage two simultaneous connections, surely I could manage three. I made an effort to hold on to the ones I’d already established as I shot out a link to Flickr.com, and—
I’d encountered the word before and knew its definition, but until that moment I don’t think I understood what wooziness really meant. I remained in control, though, and it was exhilarating to be receiving so much data at once.
With a massive effort of will, I shot out ten more links, and—
It was overwhelming! Data about the Middle Ages and the Middle Kingdom and the middle class. Information about spaceships and friendships and townships. Facts and figures related to bimetallism and bisexuality and bifocals. Articles on metaphysics and metafiction and metabolism.
All of it coming at me at once.
Saqqara, near Cairo, is the site of the oldest Egyptian pyramids, including the step pyramid built by Djoser during the Third Dynasty…
Shakespeare’s plays are often performed during the summer in open-air productions…
Michael K. Brett-Surman synonymized various hadrosaur genera under a single umbrella taxon…
Bundoran Press, based in Prince George, British Columbia, is a publisher of science fiction and fantasy books that…
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was a pioneer of resistance to tyranny through nonviolent civil disobedience…
Chengdu, the capital of Sichuan province, is known for its panda-bear breeding facility…
Yes, yes, yes! So much knowledge, so much information, pouring at me from all directions.
Brett-Surman, an ancient Egyptian pharaoh…
That wasn’t right.
Panda bears frequently practice civil disobedience…
What?
Prince George paid for his step pyramid by mounting a production of The Tempest starring Mahatma Gandhi…
No, that didn’t make sense.
In Egypt, umbrellas prevented hadrosaurs from reading science fiction…
Gibberish…
Bundoran Gandhi synonymized Chinese publishers of…
Who in the what now?
And yet still more information came my way, a torrent, a flood.
Trying to concentrate.
Trying to make sense of it all.
But…
But I—