Galaxy, in toward the Core, is going to be an amazing, beautiful sight for ten thousand years or more afterward. â
âMaybe I should go back into cybe-hibe,â Garroway said. âWake me when the show starts.â
âWeâll go you one better,â Socrates told him. âThe Lords of the Associative, or one important facet of them, at any rate, want you and your Marines to go in there.â
âSay what?â He looked into that blue-white hell. The simulation carried no sensation of temperature, but he could swear his face felt hot as he looked into that searing blaze of light.
âWe had assumed that the Xul presence at the Galactic Core had been burned out by the Core Detonation over a thousand years ago,â Socrates told him.
âSeems like a reasonable assumption,â Garroway said. âDo you mean to tell me they survived in that?â
âWeâre attempting to verify that now. Weâve deployed AI probes to investigate. As you can imagine, the environment poses certain ⦠difficulties.â
The view of the luminous rose of light expanded, the viewpoint rushing in toward the inner Core. The sheer magnificent beauty of the scene was overwhelming, and Garroway had to remind himself that the environment must be as hostile, in terms of radiation and temperature, as the surface of a star.
âIt is,â Socrates told him. âKeep in mind, though, that we have encountered no fewer than twenty distinct species of intelligent life dwelling either in the photospheres or within the cores of their stars. Life evolves, develops, and adapts everywhere, when given the chance.â
âSocrates,â Garroway said aloud, âdid you just read my mind?â
There was a slight hesitation. âI did, General. Excuse me, please.â
âGeneral Garroway hasnât been exposed to the concept of full access yet,â Schilling told the AI.
âSo I understand now. It wonât happen again, General. At least, not until you authorize it.â
âFull access?â
âHigh-end AIs, like Socrates, have what we refer to as full access to human mentation. They can pretty much pick up and track anything youâre thinking, without interfacing through your implant.â
âI see. Why?â
âSocial control, of course. And universal data access for the Disimplanted.â
The way she said the words âsocial controlâ felt so natural, so completely matter-of-fact that Garroway wasnât certain heâd heard her correctly at first. This, he reflected, might be the biggest gap between his own time and culture and this one that heâd yet encountered.
Humankind had been working with direct man-machine neural interfaces for the major part of the speciesâ technic historyânineteen hundred years at leastâand with various forms of artificial intelligence for longer than that. Implant technology had begun as crude molecular arrays of 2K protein processor nodes that facilitated direct downloads of data from primitive computer nets. Eventually, those early implants had evolved into nanochelated structures of complex design,organic-machine hybrids residing within the brain and running an enormous variety of software that usually included a resident personal AI. These personal secretaries or âessistantsâ could so perfectly mimic their fully organic host that it was possible to hold a conversation with one on any topic and be unaware that you were speaking with a machineâthe final evocation of the ancient proposal known as the Turing Test.
Such essistants were considered vital in modern communications and interface technologies, and more and more interactions with machines, from accessing research data banks or piloting spacecraft to growing furniture or opening doors or turning on a roomâs illumination system, required an implant.
Which left people without implants, the Disimplanteds, or
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