Charles Sheffield - Divergence

Blink your left eye. Very good. Now close your right eye, hold it closed until I say Ready, and then open it and smile at the same time.

May I speak?

In a moment. Ready.

The bright blue eye opened. Thin lips drew back to reveal even white teeth. Sue Ando studied the grinning face for a few seconds, then turned to her assistant. Now that needs attention. Its enough to scare a Cecropian. We need an upward curve on it, make it look more friendly.

Ill take care of it. The other woman made a note on her computer scratchpad.

May I speak?

Ando nodded to the naked male figure standing in front of her. Go ahead. We want to test your speech patterns anyway. And stop smiling like that you give me the shivers.

I am sorry. But why are you going through all this again? It is quite unnecessary. I was thoroughly checked before I left the Persephone facility, and I was found to be physically perfect.

I should hope so. We dont take rejects. But that was a month ago, and Im checking for changes. Theres always a settling-in period for an embodied form. And youll be going a long way, to a place where theyve probably never even seen an embodiment. If you run into stability problems you wont be able to drop in to a shop for an adjustment the way you can around Sol. All right. One more test, then we have to get you to the briefing center. Look at me and lift one foot off the floor.

As the bare foot was raised, Sue Ando stabbed with her fist at the unprotected jaw. One hand began to move up in self-defense, but it was too slow. Andos knuckles came into hard contact with the chin.

Damnation! She put her fist to her mouth and sucked at the bruised joints. That hurt. Did you feel it?

Of course. I have excellent sensory equipment.

Not to mention tough skin. But now do you see what I mean about settling in to that body? I should never have got within a hands length of you. A month ago I wouldnt have. Your reflexes need to be turned up a notch. Well take care of it later today, after your briefing. It will mean popping your brain out for a few minutes.

If you insist. However, I should mention that my embodied design is intended for continuous sensory input.

We can arrange that, too. Ill run a neural bundle from your brain to your spine, so youll receive your sensory feeds for all but the few seconds it takes to plug in the bundle at both ends.

That will be appreciated. May I speak again?

Im not sure we can stop you. Go ahead, talk as much as you like. Talk is going to be your main mode of communication.

That is exactly the point I wish to make. I do not understand why I am to be provided with information in such an inefficient manner. I am wholly plug-compatible. With the use of a neural bundle, I can in one second send and receive many millions of data items. Humans are painfully slow. It is truly ridiculous to dole information to me via such a medium, or force me to provide it to another entity at a similar meager rate.

Sue Ando smiled at her assistants expression. I know, Lee. You think I ought to tone down his asperity level. But youre wrong. Where hes going annoyance at inefficiency will be a survival trait. She turned to the expressionless male figure. Sure, you can send and receive faster than we can to another computer. But youre going to the Dobelle system. Its poor and its primitive, and I doubt if anyone there has ever seen an embodied computer. They certainly cant afford the facilities for direct data dumps with you. Your sources of information are going to be humans, and maybe other Organics. We may be slow and stupid, but youre stuck with us. Get used to that as soon as you can.

She turned back to Lee Boro. Anything else we need before the briefing?

Lee consulted her checklist. Body temperature is a couple of degrees below human normal, but well fix that. Ion balances are fine. A name. We ought to settle one before we go any further.

May I speak?

Sue Ando sighed. If you must. Were running out of time.

I will be brief. Another name is unnecessary. I already have a complete identification. I am Embodied Computer 194, Crimson Series Five, Tally Line, Limbic-Enhanced Design.

We know that. And I have a complete identification, too. Im Sue Xantippe Harbeson Ando, human female, Europa homeworld, Fourth Alliance Group, Earth clade. But I wouldnt dream of using that as my name, its three times too long to be useful. Your name is going to be She paused. Something nice and simple. Embodied Computer Tally. E.C. Tally. Hows that sound, Lee? E. Crimson Tally, if he wants to get formal.

Lee checked her computer. Its not taken. Ill make an isomorphism between E. Crimson Tally and the full identification. She entered the note. E. C. Tally for short. And well call you just Tally. All right?

May I speak?

Sue Ando sighed. Not again. Theyre waiting for you at the briefing station. All right. Whats your problem now? Dont you like that name?

The identification that you propose is quite satisfactory. However, I am puzzled by two other things. First, I perceive that I am without clothing, while both of you wear your bodies covered.

My Lord. Are you telling us you feel embarrassed?

I do not think so. I lack an internal state corresponding to a condition labeled embarrassment. I merely wonder if I am to wear clothing when in the Dobelle system.

Unless they dont wear any. Youll do what they do. The whole point of your embodiment is to make you as acceptable to them as possible. Whats your other problem?

I have been embodied in male human form, and I wonder why.

For the same reason. Youll mainly be interacting with humans, so we want you to look human. And its a lot easier to grow your body from a human DNA template, rather than trying to make some inorganic form that comes close to it.

You have only partially answered my question: namely, you have explained why I am in human form. E. C. Tally pointed down at his genitals. But as you see, I have been embodied in the male figure. The female figure, the one that both you and Lee Boro wear, appears lighter in construction and needs less food as fuel. Since I will be obliged to eat, I wonder why I was provided with the larger and less efficient form.

Sue Ando stared at him. Hmm. You know, Tally, I dont have any answer to that. Im sure that the Council has a reason for it, and its probably got something to do with where youre going. But you should ask during your briefing. One things sure, its too late to change bodies now. Youre supposed to get to the Bose Network and head for Dobelle in three days.

May I speak?

Certainly. Ando smiled. But not now, and not to me. Youre overdue with the briefing group. Go on, E. C. Tally. When you get there you can bend their ears as much as you like.

Three standard days before departure: that was seventy-two hours 259 thousand seconds, 259 billion microseconds, 259 billion trillion attoseconds. The grapefruit-sized sphere of E. C. Tallys brain had a clock rate of eighteen attoseconds. Three days should have been enough to ponder every thought that had ever been thought by every organic entity in the whole spiral arm.

And yet Tally was learning that those three days would be insufficient. The hours were flying by. It was not the facts that provided the problem, even though they came trickling in with painful slowness from the human intermediary. The difficulty came with their implications, and with the surges they produced in the unfamiliar query circuits added at the time of E. C. Tallys embodiment.

For example, he had been told that the choice of male form had been made because the government of Dobelle was predominantly male. But every analysis of human events suggested that in a male-dominated society the effects of a single female could be maximized. How did Organics manage to ignore the evidence of their own history?