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Show secrets.. .e'en from each other." "And...where didst thou discover such a thing?" "Dr'Igor Grant-Sheblem's good android, Bledson." Dr'Anya leveled out at four thousand meters, banking toward the East. "And I believe him most truly. The androids know't well, assuredly. Interferes the Skill most sorely..." Dr'Anya tapped her chest in imitation of Bledson. "...with the hardware." Janni sat back in her seat, flabbergasted. "But, indeed!" she said. "And the Bauercrats. . .never would they realize that thing, because creative logic had been bred clean out of the Network folk." "Aye, and when thou considerest, my child," Dr'Anya said deferentially, "that there are mayhap ten robotics to every human wight in the BauerNetwork, thou must indeed expect a certain amount of Crossover...." "Ah, but nay, my Mother," Janni answered with equal deference, "spent I three TwelveMonths in study of artifical intelligence with the Earthskis, and to my great and good surprise one thing I learned most truly-'tis the robotics efficiency that's sore endangered by the Crossover. Read Melendenheim, if it please thee, read Sonberg. The Managers programmed BauerWorlde's Governor in the beginning, and look at the problems now." "Marry, but what has caused the Doctors to stop thinking themselves?" said Dr'Anya, her face getting red. "They've scarce thought for themselves these many generations since." "Aye, but they've been kept over busy, Gathering Data." Dr'Anya nodded her head. Assuredly, the maiden is right. "Indeed, 133 |