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. But you
can't leave. Permission denied. You're serving a life sentence, whether it's
straight ahead or at right angles. I'm going to get a club and beat you until
you give up your evil ways."
"All right. As long as I don't have to go away."
"Ouch! And don't bite. That's rude."
"Richard, if I am just a figment of your imagination, then any biting I do
is your idea, done by you to yourself for some murky masochistic purpose. If
that is not true, then I must be self-aware... not your figment."
"Either/or logic never proves anything. But you're a delightful figment,
dear. I'm glad I thought of you."
"Thank you, sir. Sweetheart, here is a key question. If you will answer it
seriously, I'll stop biting."
"Forever?"
"Uh-"
"Don't strain yourself, figment. If you have a serious question, I'll try
to give it a serious answer."
"Yes, sir. What accounts for self-awareness in a man and what is there
about this condition or process or whatever that makes awareness impossible for
a machine? Specifically for a computer. In particular the giant computer that
administered this planet in 2076. The Holmes IV."
I resisted the temptation to give a flip answer. Self-awareness? I know
that one school of psychologists insists that awareness, if it exists, is
present just as a passenger, no effect on behavior.
This sort of nonsense should be lumped with transubstan-tiation
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