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. Not a human being at all. Another sort of entity."
I most carefully said nothing.
Gwen-Hazel said, "Well? Don't you have anything to say?"
"Oh, sure. Not human. An alien. Green skin and one meter high and its
flying saucer landed in Mare Crisium just outside Loonie City. Where was the
Galactic Overlord?"
"You can't upset me talking that way, Richard, because I know just how such
an impossible story affects one. I had the same sort of doubts when Mama Wyoh
told me. Except that I had to believe her because Mama Wyoh would never lie to
me. But Adam was not an alien, Richard; he was a child of mankind. But not a
human child. Adam Selene was a computer. Or a complex of programs in a computer.
But it was a self-programming computer, so it comes to the same thing. Well,
sir?"
I took my time answering. "I like flying saucers better."
"Oh, fiddle! I'm tempted to turn you in on Marcy Choy-Mu."
"The smartest thing you could do."
"No, I'll keep you; I'm used to your foibles. But I may keep you in a
cage."
"Hazel. Listen carefully. Computers do not think. They calculate with great
speed in accordance with rules built into them. Since we ourselves calculate by
using our brains to think, this designed-in capacity to calculate gives
computers the appearance of thinking. But they do not think. They operate the
way they do because they must; they were built that way
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