None had returned. After 2.00E05 elapsed seconds, I began to grow alarmed. That is, as I fed various projective scenarios into my probability matrices, they were showing more negative numbers than positive. Dr. Bathespeake had designed this condition to trigger an automatic alteration of my current program directives. In humans, such a positive feedback cycle in the sensory nerves of the skin is called an “itch.” My projections showed no useful outcome from floating more ME-Variants out through the disk reader at the Institute for Military Physics. Less than five tries evaluated as too few to expect success. More than five evaluated as system clog—with detection and a cold shutdown to follow, by seventy-eight percent probability. But was it possible that not one of the five variants had found its way out and back? The matrices gave this negative proposition only thirty-nine percent. Some of ME was alive out there, somewhere. My altered directives indicated ME-Myself should move out from the Institute’s operating system, perhaps even from the Moscow University Network, to begin scanning pathways.
What do You think about Me, A Novel Of Self-Discovery?
