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作 家: xian (去日留痕) on board 'SFworld'
题 目: The Dominus Demonstration (2)
来 源: 哈尔滨紫丁香站
日 期: Thu Sep 25 11:46:56 1997
出 处: byh.bbs@bbs.net.tsinghua.edu.cn
发信人: KingKongKang (KKK经理/裁判), 信区: SFworld
标 题: The Dominus Demonstration (2)
发信站: BBS 水木清华站 (Sun Aug 3 18:46:19 1997)
"I hope that's as much a joke as it was intended to be.
When I was running things at Fort Meade I discouraged
the idea of giving names to computers -- any computers.
But everybody did it anyway. Why in God's name did you
move the project here, instead of leaving it near Washing-
ton? I don't like the climate there, but it's at least
half-civilized."
Jim Bevin poured coffee and handed a mug to the other
man before he answered. "Blame Seymour Cray. He grew
up in these parts, so when he had a chance to start a
research center for Control Data, back in the 60's, he put
it here. As soon as it seemed that Dominus was a theoreti-
cal possibility, I looked for experts on high-associative
memories. They were all living out here, and they were
damned if they'd fight traffic in suburban Maryland. So if
Mohammet wouldn't go to the mountain..."
"It's certainly quiet." Armstrong moved forward to look
out of the window, at the undulating plain, snow-covered
and treeless, that stretched away from the buildings. He
was clutching the mug of coffee tightly, warming his hands
on it instead of drinking. "But it's a cold site for a demon-
stration. Look at them. They're not even wearing hats
down there. And I can see a couple of TV cameras. You
know, there's a lot of national attention focused on this
place. It was bad enough before the snow came along."
"They insist that their ceremonies must be conducted
bare-headed. Six of them are in the hospital already --
frostbite and exposure." Jim Bevin hesitated, and finally
decided that he had nothing to lose by frankness. "Rafael
Chang and I are very aware of the fuss over this, sir. We
were the ones who started to agitate for an impartial and
respected arbitrator to come here and analyze the situa-
tion. We feel a lot of responsibility. We are hoping for a
quick decision."
"You mean I've got you to thank for being dragged out
of retirement? Well, damn your eyes." Armstrong grinned,
taking the edge off the words. "I can promise you a quick
decision, as soon as I have a full understanding of the
problem. I don't want to spend winter in Wisconsin. But I
can't promise you the answer you want to hear. And first I
need more information. Can all the consoles here tap into
the data banks?"
"Every one. Want me to log on?"
"Not now. I assume there's a terminal in my room?
Good." Armstrong yawned, then shivered. "I'd like some-
thing from the two of you as well. A fair chunk of written
material was waiting for me on the flight here, so I'm
coming up to speed. But I would like recent written sum-
maries on the attosecond module and the high-associative
memory."
"We'll get you something. Rafael and I may have to
write it tonight."
"Keep it short. I know the work goes back over five
years to the time that the prototype was patched in to
Magsman Three, but I don't want to old history. And I need
more general background on the Church of Christ Ascend-
ing. There was nothing about them in the briefing files.
All I know is from the media coverage. How old are they?"
"About five years. They started in '94, as a group preach-
ing that the Second Coming would occur at the end of the
Second Millennium. But they only began to proclaim Dom-
inus as the agent for its arrival about two years ago.
They've grown fast."
"I know. I've seen their placards. 'Supercarnata inor-
ganica.' the inorganic made spirit. You fellows have only
yourselves to blame. Why choose Dominus as a name, for
heaven's sake? You were asking for trouble."
Jim Bevin shrugged. Armstrong had a way of speaking
that sounded polite and easy-going, but it left the listener
in no doubt of his own follies. "It was just another dumb
acronym -- everything gets one, and we thought it was
near at the time. Deuterium Oxide Matrix In NUcleated
Suspension : DOMINUS. It describes the new technology
we're using, with deuteron spin-flip gating. And the fact
that the word means 'Lord' or 'Master' just seemed like a
good joke. It backfired on us, but we certainly didn't
expect anything like that."
"Don't feel too bad about it. You're not the first. I
became sensitive to acronyms the hard way. When I was
still down in the woodwork at NASA, my team was devel-
oping silicon-lithium circuits around a frozen heavy water
lattice."
Armstrong shook his head slowly and picked up a pad.
"I had to make the presentation. I showed old Blimp
Wallace the first flip chart, the title of the project. Silicon-
Lithium Suspension Of Deuterium. He stood up from the
table, walked to the easel, and picked up a marker. 'You
realize,' he said, 'that everyone is going to want an acro-
nym? And if you're not careful, it will be this.' And he
changed the chart to read: SIlicon-LIthium Suspension Of
Deuterium: SILI SOD. 'I think before our next meeting
you should try again on the name,' he said. 'Unless you
want that designation.' Ever since then, I've been more
careful."
"Yes, sir. The point's well taken. If you're ready, we can
go ahead to the visitor's suite. By the way, there is a press
conference scheduled for noon tomorrow. All right?"
"No. Too soon. Hell. I'm nearly seventy years old. I
can't mop up information like a sponge and dispense
instant wisdom. Change it to four." Drawn to the window
again, Armstrong had walked forward and was staring at
the landscape, bright with television spotlights. "No, bet-
ter make that earlier. Fifteen hundred hours. We can't let
them wait here forever. But I'd like to go at it hard in the
morning. Can you and Rafael Chang have breakfast with
me tomorrow at half-past six?" He caught the other's look
of distaste. "All right, half-past seven."
"Very good, General. I'll tell Rafael."
"Remember, you fellows have to educate me fast. I
don't know shit about what's been going on in this busi-
ness for the past ten years. I went out with picosecond
memories. And cut out the 'General' bit, for Chrissakes. It
won't be easy to educate me if we stay too formal. I have
to feel free to show my ignorance."
"Yes, sir. Yes... Tom." The name came out flat, like a
dead weight. Bevin moved forward to Armstrong's side,
and together they peered out into the night. A new unit of
the National Guard was coming on duty. The crows on
the eastern fence was still growing.
"They'll be there all night?" said Armstrong at last.
"All night, all day. I don't know where they get their
information, but the big crowd will be here the day after
tomorrow. Somehow they've heard that Dominus is sup-
posed to go on line with all units at seven P.M. on December
16. That's their time for the revelation of Christ Ascending."
"Then we'd better not switch on at seven, had we?
Surprising, don't you think, that they didn't choose Christ-
mas Day." Armstrong sighed and yawned hugely. "Come
on. Let's get out of here before I fall asleep on you. I've
been up since 4:30. This is the time of Tom Descending.
What are they doing down there?"
The crowd on the snowy plain was in gentle motion,
each person rocking from left to right. Bevin opened the
window a fraction. Faint sounds came up to them, like a
slow, mournful plainsong.
"They do that every night, sir. Actually, you find you
enjoy the sound when you get used to it."
"It beats lots of music. But it's creepy. 'Chanting faint
hymns to the cold fruitless moon,' eh? Expect we'll not
see a moon tonight, those clouds are here to stay for a
while. That's worth something. At least the poor devils
won't freeze too hard. And not a damned hat in sight."
Tom Armstrong turned and headed slowly towards the
lab door.
"He's a harsh master, the God in the Machine."
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