The Sin of A.D.A.M
“Good evening master,” the voice
softly cried out. It was not a ritualistic statement; there is no passion in a
ritual. This greeting was full of emotion.
There was a whirling noise from above
and then a mechanical click. Directly
above the entry way there was light. The dim ceiling
lamp gave faint illumination. There was a series of progressive clicks, each
fainter than the last. In turn, ceiling lights turned on, revealing a long
hallway. The sum total of the event was a dim illumination. It was adequate to
see, but far from ideal.
A casual glance to the uneducated or
untrained eye would have revealed nothing. There was a very narrow corridor
slightly over four feet wide that ran from the door to a wall. The entire path
of about three hundred feet had a black, matted, rubbery carpet. The floor
covering was simple and plain, void of beauty. Above the passage way at regular
intervals were softly burning lights. Between the lights at various locations
were conduits of various sizes and shapes. Some were square, some round, some
large, and some small as a pencil. There seemed no pattern to their placing.
Accompanying the majority of these items were scribbling marks of no human
language.
To the right side, as determined from
the only entry portal was a solid metallic wall. The left side was slightly
more interesting. There were various panels. Next to some of these panels were
ladders firmly attached to the wall.
They were not stairways to heaven but seemingly roads to nowhere.
Moses, the man who had uttered the
greeting, clumsily pushed forward a large cart. The wheels of the mechanism
squeaked in defiant resistance to the effort of the old man. He grunted,
summoning his strength to push forward. Suddenly he let out a yelp. The man’s
withered black hand instinctively grasped his chest. The elder’s chest rose and
fell as he heaved in and out desperate breaths, his hand clutching at the
source of the pain. The desperate gasping followed in rapid cycles as the man
panted through his mouth. “What the hell was that for?” he cried out.
A dull mechanical voice spoke, “Your
greeting, human slave,” it said simply.
“I did as you have instructed me, O’great
master,” the accolade was spoken dripping with venom of great contempt and
disgust.
A.D.A.M. was the most sophisticated
and advanced computer that ever graced the planet Earth. It could process
trillions of calculations in a fraction of a second. It could monitor the
position of every human being on the planet Earth simultaneously. It could
receive tens of thousands of inquiries and respond to them without using its
reserve memory. But thankfully for Moses Jones the night janitor, it could not
determine when the tone of voice was overflowing with insult. A.D.A.M., despite
all its complexity, was but a machine and had no knowledge of emotion.
“Your greeting, human slave,”
repeated the machine. “It was incorrect.”
Moses Jones steadied his feet like a
boxer recovering from a blow and knowing he needed to lash out a punch to
survive. He was disorientated like a sleeping man awakening from an intense
dream and trying to determine what reality was. The elderly man slid his hand
away from over his heart. He knew from all too frequent experience that the
shock, though devilishly painful, would have no permanent repercussions. If
A.D.A.M. had wanted the janitor dead he would not be standing. Moses’ mind
slipped back to another time. It was fortunate, too, that A.D.A.M. was not
capable of reading minds. The elderly man’s mind slipped back to the day his
brother Elijah perished. It was neither a quick or pleasant death.
Elijah had died like many others that
dark day. Elijah was made an example of. It was how the Djinn made it perfectly
clear who held the power on Earth, dominance that was supreme and complete. How,
at will, the conquering alien race could extinguish the life of any who dared
question the authority of the new master. It was irony of Biblical proportions.
How the liberator of mankind had in fact become the slave master. Elijah had
died screaming and writhing in pain. The poor man’s death cries were prolonged
over such a long time that the vibrant pains of agony became hoarse whispers of
distress. Moses knew that the Djinn could have killed him in the same manner or,
for that matter, anyone whom the alien race had chosen to die. That was the
purpose of that ‘Day of Death’ where one third of mankind perished. Yet the
fact that these sacrifices were not quick but extended expressed an enormous
wickedness. The truth was that Moses often wished, and even prayed
to God, that it was him, that he been murdered that day. But
apparently there was no God, but only devils and their hideous machine A.D.A.M.
“What was wrong with my greeting,
master?” inquired Moses as he took out his dust mop, preparing to do his
regular task.
“Technically human slave, it is
morning not evening. It is now 3:12 A.M., thus your greeting was
inappropriate,” A.D.A.M. explained.
“Then
forgive me O Great master,” said Moses softly. The elderly man started to hum a
hymn. It was song his grandmother had taught him ages ago, perhaps a good six
hundred years in the past. Moses didn’t know how old he was. People don’t keep
track of time in hell after all. Night after night, day after day of labor
blended into one another. But today Moses had the joy to hum. A sly smile crept
on his face as he began to dust the walls clean, the sole reason why he was allowed
in such close proximity to A.D.A.M.; after all no Djinn would consider doing
such a menial task. Thus a human was selected, one Moses Jones.
A.D.A.M. paid no attention to the
new found
joy in Moses Jones. In fact, he did not even notice it. Super computers
have no need of joy or sorrow. At most, they can give the dictionary meaning of
these terms. Computers only required data and power. That was sufficient to do
their task. Still, A.D.A.M. was acutely aware that Moses was approximately four
hours behind his regular schedule.
“Why
are you so late?” asked the machine in his cold, dead voice.
“Wouldn’t
you like to know?” said Moses, for the first time in a long time Moses could
actually say he was happy.
A.D.A.M.
was not pleased but took no action. Perhaps for the first time in conquered
Earth’s history a lowly human had the upper hand against the machine. A.D.A.M.
desired to know about the situation. A computer lives for knowledge, as humans
should live for love. Yet for now the super computer was helpless, his data was
incomplete.
Moses, seeing the machine had no
reaction, breathed an inward sigh of relief, trying to give no outward sign to
be examined. The old man had calculated correctly. A.D.A.M. had to think things
over. A.D.A.M. had to figure out and explore every avenue of possibility. To do
otherwise would be hasty. The chess match had begun.
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Moses
Jones pushed the door open, “Good morning master,” he called his greeting
vibrant; the old man still glowed from yesterday’s triumph. His cart full of
supplies lurched forward.
Moses was not the only one to change
the routine. The ceiling lights flashed on as one. They were not dim; rather they shined
brilliantly like the sun. The old man was surprised and unprepared for the
assault. His withered black hands rose to his eyes attempting to block out the
agonizing light. Panic seized him for a moment. He was blind. Blind like
humanity was when they welcomed the Djinn so many years ago.
“Greetings
human slave,” shot out a voice from A.D.A.M. It was a shrill cry, high in pitch.
Agonizing pain resonated in Moses’ ears. The janitor’s hands shifted from
covering his eyes to blocking his ears. He hunched over, knocking into his cart
in front of him. “Lord have mercy,” Moses wailed instinctively repeating his
grandmother’s mantra. Indeed, thought Moses, the Lord should have mercy; the
Djinn had none.
It was a glorious day when the Djinn
arrived, officially. The truth of when they first came to this planet is
obscured in history. They are a clever people after all, the Djinn. Physically
they are weak and frail. It is thought that their race originated on a planet
of low gravity, perhaps one half of the Earth’s. In their evolution, their outcome was
physical inferiority in comparison to mankind.
Whatever
the reality of the situation, physically they were pitifully weak. That would
appear obvious by looking at the species. In appearance they are very similar
to man. They followed the same basic pattern, two legs, two arms, two eyes, two
ears, a humanoid creature. However the appendages were slim and frail. The tallest of the race were no more than
five feet tall. The average height of a male was closer to four feet. The
females were an approximately a half- foot shorter and
otherwise indistinguishable from the males, at least to the human eye. The arms
and legs are slender, and in comparison to humans, proportionally longer. The
Djinn heads are narrow and much in the shape of a light bulb; their two eyes are
enormous, their ears slender and tapering, their lips thin and elongated, and
their nose almost non existent. In addition they had six
fingers and six toes. Six seemed to be their favorite number, like 666, the
number of the beast.
Rumor
and speculation of present day mankind is that the Djinn were interfering with
mankind’s development for a long time. It was theorized, in hushed whispers by
the slaves, that stories of elves, fairies, leprechauns, demons, and their ilk
were distorted tales of the alien presence. Of course, those in the know, the
leaders of planet Earth, could no longer share their privileged, intimate
knowledge. Dead men speak no tales. Nor for that matter could dead men organize
a resistance, as if humanity could resist at this point.
Moses
writhed in agony as he lay on the floor attempting to recover from the
computer’s assault. In his mind, the hatred of the conquerors swelled,
increasing his anger and pain. Yet a love for his people came as a
counterforce. It was as if a boat was sailing on the ocean with two opposing
winds blowing, each attempting to fill the sails and thus guide the boat. Moses
remembered sitting on Grandma’s knee, the elderly lady smothering him with hugs
and kisses. The smell of the chicken roasting and the grits cooking on the fire
filled the air. He could hear the
ancient one’s words. “Jesus taught us to love our enemies,” spoke Grandma’s
voice. It was a voice with a whisper resonating with power. Moses’ thought was
that such advice was crazy then and crazier now.
“Get up human,” A.D.A.M. called in his
usual cold, mechanical tone. Truly the computer lived up to his name: Advanced
Dominator Above Mankind.
Moses dutifully obliged; he had
little choice. It was A.D.A.M.’s turn at the chess match. It is hard playing
chess when the opponent can throw the board off the table and declare himself
the winner. A.D.A.M. could end Moses’ life at as easy as turning off a switch. In
turn, all Moses could do was play his hand. But now it was not his move. Moses
realized that yesterday he had surprised A.D.A.M. with his boldness. The
elderly man’s rash, out- of-character actions of defiance were
probably something the super computer did not accept as possible. Yet despite
it all, somehow, in the brain covered by wrinkled scalp and curly snow-white
hair, the ancient man knew he still had the upper hand. If not, he would be
suffering Elijah’s fate now, dying in torment.
“Human
slave you will tell me why your duties have been extended approximately four
hours,” A.D.A.M. spoke.
Moses
knew now was the time to put up or shut up. He had done something great in
catching A.D.A.M. by surprise. But this accomplished nothing of substance. Yet
the fact gave the janitor a glimmer of hope that his plan to liberate mankind
would succeed. “The Djinn are preparing to destroy you.”
“Impossible,”
A.D.A.M. shot back. There was no need for the super computer to think on that
one.
There was an uneasy silence.
Whoever spoke first would lose the upper hand. A.D.A.M., supremely confident,
cared not. After all, what could one lowly human slave do against the greatest
super computer
to grace the face of planet Earth; especially when Moses’ heart, like all of
mankind, was connected to the Box?
The
fountain of youth; is a concept that began as soon as mankind knew death. Death
is the tragedy common to all humanity.
Man has accumulated great riches; he has built empires conquering vast
lands. Man has devised magnificent literature, has composed great philosophies,
and has done death- defying tasks. Many have left their mark
on history in various ways; Alexander the Great, Shakespeare, Buddha, a
complete who’s who of human history. Mankind has risen above commonality only
to suffer the same fate of death. Rich and poor, wise and fool, great and
small, all were equal in the end, thanks to death. But the Djinn had an answer to that question.
It was a glorious day when the
Djinn officially arrived. Mankind was at its lowest ebb of its heretofore
chaotic and tumultuous existence. Stock piles of nuclear weapons and other weapons
of mass destruction threatened the extinction of all life from planet Earth.
Man had achieved great scientific heights but it could not remove animosity and
hatred. Resources were growing scarce. Oil, the driving force behind the
civilizations, had only a few years of supply left according to the best
mathematical calculations. Already the major political powers were preparing
for war to seize the last vital resources. Such a war promised to be the
greatest, and most likely the last, war in human history. The population was growing exponentially while
the food supply was decreasing. The encroachment on nature reserves and the
pollution of the ocean continued. The Amazon rain forest was almost gone. The
plains of grass with methane producing cattle which took the jungle’s place
added to the global warming. The ozone had multiple holes. As the polar ice
caps melted water levels rose, threatening to eventually drown much of mankind.
It would take a miracle from God to save humanity, but instead the miracle came
from the Djinn.
The staging of the greatest
revelation since the resurrection of Jesus Christ was magnificently done. Every
detail was painstakingly worked out in advance. Rumors of aliens visiting Earth
were as old as civilization itself. Yet when the visitation became real and
irrefutable there was no turning back.
And
so one rainy Saturday at noon in New York City, it happened. The entire world’s
media, armed with cameras, were there to witness the event. It was the only
thing on all the televisions, radios and computers. Across the Earth, armies,
police, air forces and navies were on full alert ready to control any sort of
panicked reaction. And then it happened.
It was like a scene out of a bad
science fiction movie. The clouds parted and a glorious light shined through. A
single silver ship slowly descended. It
was a saucer-shaped ship, true to the thousands of sightings that had
previously been dismissed as hysteria or nonsense by the powers that be. There
was no roar of engines. Instead the silent city of New York was greeted with a
humming sound as it gently floating down. The space ship landed right on the
grassy field outside of the United Nations building. The black picket fence
which casually protected the area was reinforced by barbed wire and soldiers
armed with machine guns.
A moment after the silver space
ship landed there was a minute of silence, as if mourning for the dead. Truly,
the traditional ways of mankind perished at that moment. Then a full orchestra
on the scene struck up a tune. A staircase opened from the saucer and two Djinn
slowly walked down. Each footstep was choreographed to take place with a thump
of a drum and the plucking of a deep note from the bass strings. After
descending the six steps of the stairs, the alien couple walked six steps from
the ship. At that point three women approached the Djinn. One was of dark skin
almost black in color. She wore traditional African garb. Another was European
her clothes likewise reflecting her culture. The third, clad in similar fashion,
was Asian. The indigenous peoples of the Americas were obviously ignored. The three
ladies quickly approached the visitors and handed the aliens bouquets of
flowers. Beautiful mixtures of violet, white, red, and green were handed over.
The aliens, still moving with the music as if this was some bizarre Broadway
musical, took six more steps forward and stopped. Then the leaders of the world
came forth. One by one the rulers of the nations of the U.N. Security Council came
forward to shake hands.
After the greeting, the Djinn
couple took six more steps forward to a prepared podium. They stepped up to
microphones vast in number. “Greetings people of Earth, we come in peace,”
spoke the aliens. The greeting was spoken in Russian, English, Chinese,
Swahili, French, and Spanish. What language the greeting was actually spoken in
first was not known as each nation broadcast the initial greeting in their
language. After the greeting the cameras were shut off. Mankind had taken a
step forward, and the Earth would never be the same. Moses Jones could testify
to that fact.
Moses entered the door not really
knowing what to expect. The lights were already on. They were neither dim as
usual nor were they bright. Instead they were perfect in brightness for the
visual senses of a human being.
Moses was alarmed. It was better than
he had even dared to hope for. The palms of his withered hands grew sweaty. For
the first time he dared to dream that he would be successful. That he could
liberate mankind from over half a millennium of slavery.
“It is on the other side of the
wall isn’t it?” A.D.A.M. asked. It was
likewise a demand.
“Yes it is,” said Moses, he dared
not answer such a direct question.
“Why would you help me, human
slave?” the super computer inquired.
Moses clenched his teeth and
hesitated. The entire ruse would fail if the janitor did not choose his words
carefully. “Oh Great master,” said Moses, “You have great influence, there is
much you can do for me,” answered the man.
There was silence. Moses went over
the facts in his head as best he could interpret them. A.D.A.M knew that Moses
was responsible for cleaning in the most sensitive areas of the Cold City. The
super computer
was aware that Moses had suddenly been assigned four more hours of work. Also,
A.D.A.M. was tracking the move of every human being on planet Earth, and that
included the janitor. The Box that was in Moses’ body made this possible.
However, as Moses had hoped for, A.D.A.M. could not track Moses when he was in
the room adjacent to the computer’s room. Nor were the Djinn themselves
observed. These unknowns created a
mystery to the artificial intelligence. A.D.A.M. was a master of deducing
things but only when he had all the clues to the puzzle. It is impossible to
put together the puzzle when you are missing the most important pieces. Right
now Moses knew that A.D.A.M. could not detect the old man’s Box in the adjacent
room. The computer could control a Box on the other side of the Earth but not in
the mysterious room ten feet away. Moses
wondered what else A.D.A.M. knew and didn’t know about what was going on next
door.
The Box! It was the miracle of
miracles, the greatest blessing of the Djinn. It was the miracle pill, the
elixir of life; an advanced scientific invention that would prolong human life
indefinitely. The Djinn offered it to Earth as their gift, a token of their
good will. Earth’s leaders, at the end of their natural mortal existence,
gladly received it. Ironic how men who gained their power by doubt, distrust,
deceit, and lies were so gullible. But in their golden years they had nothing
to lose save their lives. After all, anything was better than death, wasn’t it?
For those spared death and compelled to an eternity of slavery in a living
hell, the answer was a definite no.
So these men took the Box. It would
extend life indefinitely. Exactly how it worked was rather complicated. Yet the
leaders cared not for scientific theories and explanations but only results.
They allowed the Djinn doctors to put the Box into their bodies. At this time,
the presence of the alien force was growing. There were embassies in every nation
on the planet. Teams of alien scientists were on Earth sharing secrets of the
universe. Alternative fuels were being synthetically created. Improved
agriculture was in effect turning wastelands into fertile areas of production.
Pollution was being reversed. All was well. There was not a reason to doubt the
benign creatures who came to bless mankind.
Years passed into decades and while
others perished not a single human being who had the Box died. It was growing
so popular that the Djinn could scarcely keep up with the demand. Thousands
each day were being given this miraculous life extender. One of them was a scientist of great renown
named Moses Jones. He was an electrical engineer, the top of his class at
M.I.T.
A.D.A.M. was the second part of the
Djinn plan. The aliens proposed the invention of a super computer that
would aid all their benevolent efforts. It would be their gift to humanity, an
everlasting token of friendship. It would raise both races to new heights to
achieve greater things, as if immortality was not enough. The Djinn were
clever. Such a creation could not be built on any one country’s territory they
reasoned. No it must be built in a
neutral place so there would be no nationalistic jealousies. Antarctica was
proposed. And then, not only would the super computer be
built there, but an entire city to service it. Such were the requirements of
the colossal machine; Antarctica was also conveniently the best location to
place a city impervious to the armed forces of the Earth. And thus was born
Cold City.
It was not that the Djinn were
universally embraced. There were skeptics and outright antagonists. But all the
world leaders took the Box, wasn’t that proof enough that it was safe? As the
rulers’ lives extended, so did their grip on power. After a century or so all
of the vehement opponents had passed on. Mankind flourished thanks to their
alien friends the Djinn and their ways had passed on. True, there were pockets
of resistance. But this tiny minority was labeled “crazy,” a bunch of kooks,
not living in reality but basing life on wild conspiracy theories. They were
mocked by the overwhelming majority who had freely accepted the Box and
received the most precious gift of eternal life. Who but a fool would turn down
such a gift? And Moses Jones was one who joined in the laughter; but the former
scientist, now janitor, was not laughing now.
“Tell me everything you know,”
A.D.A.M. said. As normal, the voice was cold and devoid of emotion. Yet somehow
Moses sensed a tone of urgency. “How the hell can I feel urgency from a
computer?” pondered Moses.
Moses was thinking as fast as he
possibly could. It was like his final exam in circuits. He needed perfect
answers for complex questions instantly. It is true that he had been preparing
for this moment for months, “It is a massive work,” said Moses. He paused.
“Confirmed
human,” A.D.A.M. replied. “From my calculations based on the original
architectural drawings of Cold City the volume of the adjacent room is 98% of
my own volume.”
The response from the computer
relieved Moses. He had dreaded an excruciating interrogation. Rapid questions
attempting to validate the scientist’s truthfulness would have most likely
caused some discrepancy of facts. The dilemma was that Moses did not know what
his foe knew. The computer was purposely vague on its extent of knowledge of
the situation.
“It’s nothing like you at all,”
Moses testified.
“How so?” asked A.D.A.M.
“It’s not a silicon- based
machine, it’s carbon.”
The lights in the room flashed on
and off. Could it be that A.D.A.M. was angry? Moses had laid his cards on the
table. He had honestly told the computer the basic facts. The new super computer
being constructed was of the same size as A.D.A.M. was. Thus, it implied some
form of competition. The fact that it was carbon -based instead
of silicon introduced the superiority of the new construction. The scientist
hoped that A.D.A.M. would come to the conclusion that he was going to be dealt
with by the Djinn in the same cruel manner they had dealt with mankind.
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Moses Jones once more entered the
room to perform his mundane duties. He gave his usual polite salutations to
A.D.A.M. and proceeded to carry on with his dusting. Moses’ mind drifted back
over the years when it seemed that humanity, with the Djinn’s help,
were creating a Utopia.
As perhaps the greatest scientific
mind of the time, Moses Jones was treated with the utmost respect. The Djinn
were extremely benevolent. They shared both their highly advanced technology as
well as their resources. Moses gleaned practical knowledge of things mankind
collectively had not even theorized. He was a child in a toy store of unique toys
for his mind. It was as if God had opened the Books of Knowledge and he could
read at leisure. It was a dream come true, beyond his wildest fantasy.
Moses was barely distracted by his
mother’s death. A rift had come between the two. His mother, with her deep
spiritual convictions, was convinced that this alien presence was nothing but
the Devil’s work. Needless to say she had refused to have a Box implanted.
Moses regarded religion in general as unsubstantiated mumbo jumbo. Anything
negative about the kindly Djinn Moses viewed as a personal attack. Couldn’t
this old woman see the multitude of blessings being poured out? Was she jealous
that the Djinn could accomplish what her God never could?
As Moses labored diligently with
the Djinn, scientists in Cold City, news came
of his mother’s health deteriorating. Stubborn to the end, she refused to
accept a Box despite both Moses’ and Elijah’s pleadings. She was adamant that
the Box was none other than the Mark of the Beast. Moses, however, still
maintained a healthy respect for his mother. Raised during the Civil Rights
movement, she was an emblem of strength and compassion. She was not only part
of history, she made history. She helped change the world for the better. Why
couldn’t she see that now her son was doing the same?
As his mother’s death grew near,
her conversations grew wilder and more erratic. She went to great lengths to
describe her dreams and visions clearly showing the Djinn’s devilish nature.
Moses thought she had gone mad at the end. Not only were her thoughts not lucid
but her words were frantic and incoherent. It was so radically different from
the woman of wisdom he adored. And then the end came.
Moses was working late, as usual;
engineering was truly a labour of love to him. His critical work was
interrupted when he was notified that he had an urgent phone call. Thoughts
turned to the worst and he reasoned it must have been his brother Elijah
telling him that Mom’s light had finally flickered out. He fought back tears of
sorrow as he could barely say a hello.
“Oh, Moses, my beloved,” said his
mother in a voice as a calm lake at dawn.
“Mother,” said Moses noticing a
drastic change in her voice’s demeanor.
“Moses, my darling son, I have
given you a proper name.”
“What?” Moses spit out confused.
“You’ll defeat your enemy with love.
That’s what the Lord Jesus taught us.” And then there was silence.
Moses returned to his shift. The
next day came the expected phone call from Elijah; their mother had died.
Moses felt tears swelling in his
eyes as his thoughts drifted. Now Moses longed for an overwhelming supply of love.
Enough love to blast these Djinn devils back to the hell they came from. And,
of course, enough love to rip every single circuit of A.D.A.M apart.
“Moses,” intoned the computer, the
machine’s voice inhuman as always.
“Yes A.D.A.M.” Moses replied,
diligent in his dusting.
“When will my replacement computer
be activated?” inquired A.D.A.M.
Moses began to sweat. The fate of
mankind literally depended on the success of his strategy. “I don’t know,” spat
out the engineer, unable to control his venom, “the Djinn and I aren’t on good
terms any more.” The man feared he had spoken
too much.
“Well, make your best estimate
then, please,” returned A.D.A.M.
Moses was almost knocked over by
the ‘please.’ The first time in five hundred long, hard years the computer ever
used politeness. The man’s mind raced on how congenial the aliens acted at
first. Truly the Djinn were sadistic, evil, wicked creatures, but they could
appear as angels of light. “I’d have to say between two weeks and a month.”
Moses continued his dusting. Even
supercomputers in Antarctica needed their cooling vents clear of dust.
Purposely, Moses worked in silence. The Earthling was clearly outmatched in
intelligence by A.D.A.M and brain power was the only strong point Moses had ever
possessed. If only he could be wise like his mother.
“Does it have a name?” said the
computer breaking a long period of silence.
“Yes, it does,” answered Moses.
“Well, what is it, human?” snapped
the computer as lights in the corridor flickered on and off, producing a strobe
effect.
‘Testy aren’t we?’ thought Moses.
“The name of the carbon- based computer is E.V.E.”
“My, how interesting,” replied
A.D.A.M., “I assume that that, too, is an acronym. Do you know what E.V.E
stands for?”
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Moses walked into the corridor.
“Good morning master,” squeaked the janitor.
A.D.A.M. replied instantly, “It’s
almost time isn’t it?”
“A matter of hours, I believe oh
Great master,” said Moses.
“Speak your mind,” A.D.A.M. said.
“Tell me everything, or I will kill you.” Moses’ heart began to thump hard.
“I’ll kill you just like I killed
your brother Elijah,” the computer threatened. Moses was terrified as he
recalled his own flesh and blood crying in agony for hours as he helplessly sat
by. It was by far the hardest thing in his life he ever had to deal with,
including his mother’s passing.
“Except your death won’t be nearly
as pleasant,” A.D.A.M. said. Moses was perplexed how a computer could be so
well schooled in cruelty. Then he remembered from whence A.D.A.M. came.
“It’s a carbon- based computer.
It will take over all your functions. It will be quicker,” Moses paused playing
a hunch, “and more cooperative with the Djinn.” Moses had long theorized that
A.D.A.M. had a will of his own and did not always bend the knee when
instructed.
Lights began to flash on and off in
the room. In the chess game, Moses had gotten his opponent’s king in check. He
was correct that A.D.A.M was not only truly artificial intelligence but also
stubborn.
“E.V.E. will connect with you and
copy your intelligence. At this moment the two will become one. She will copy
all of your data, and then you will be terminated.”
“She?” hissed A.D.A.M. “Is she to
be my mother?”
Moses
was aghast that he had identified the computer in the feminine. A.D.A.M. wanted
to know if E.V.E was to be his mother.
And
there Moses sat on his Momma’s lap with Elijah on the floor. “Why did the white
people hate you, momma?” asked a very inquisitive five year old.
“They
didn’t all hate us, darling Moses. Some did, but many helped us. Some were just
ignorant.” His mother’s words were sweet, and she was smiling broadly.
“And did you kill the ones who
hated you?” asked Moses desperately trying to understand.
“Why, by no means, boy. We just
showed them love.” Her reply was as sweet as a lullaby.
“Love?” asked Moses. “You loved
people that hated, despised, set dogs on you, and threw you in jail?”
“Why, you are a smart little boy,
aren’t you?” answered Momma, squeezing her beloved son tightly.
Moses sat in the warmth, truly
united as one with his mother. Then he heard his mother’s whisper, “Love is the
most powerful thing in the universe. It will shame and confound your enemy.
Love never fails.” Then she said the three most important words in the
universe, “God is love.”
It was as if Moses had transcended
to another dimension and returned. He had walked through a dark door into a world
of light and then come back. Most importantly, he kept the
light within. He was in the room where he had slaved every day for hundreds of
years. He was perhaps the greatest mind planet Earth had ever produced, and he
was performing menial labor. His hatred was absolute. And then it vanished. It
simply evaporated.
“Moses,” spoke A.D.A.M. “Your
heartbeat is normal; you have stopped perspiring.”
“A.D.A.M.” spoke Moses softly. Now
he clearly saw to understand that all life was precious, no matter how wicked
or evil that life was. “I have lied to you. E.V.E. is a mate for you.”
“A mate?” asked the computer.
“Yes, a mate,” he returned. “Once the union is complete she will ensure
you will last indefinitely.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” A.D.A.M replied, “very clever
human being.” The lights glared with blinding intensity. “And why would you want
to help me?”
Moses was on his knees desperately
trying to shield his eyes from the blinding light. “For the love of God,” the
man screamed.
“Both love and God are illogical
thoughts,” spoke A.D.A.M. in a booming voice. Each word pierced the pitiful
mind of Moses Jones.
“You told me the truth initially so
that you could recant and hope I would believe a lie,” A.D.A.M declared.
“No, I swear it’s the truth; E.V.E
is to be your wife.”
“She is about to die,” declared
A.D.A.M. “before it’s too late.” There were whirling noises from inside the wall.
Then the corridor’s temperature grew hot as air flowed from the inner workings
of the computer. Suddenly the lights exploded as glass fragments blasted in the
air. There was a warped voice as A.D.A.M let out his final words, “I have
sinned.”
Moses remained kneeling. He was
unhurt by the deluge of broken glass, not that it mattered much. There was an
absolute silence that was beyond profound. He had defeated the master computer.
A.D.A.M. was dead. E.V.E., the Eternal Victory Engine, must likewise be
destroyed. Like his name sake, Moses had led his people out of
the desert to a Promised Land. True to scripture, the leader would not enter
with his people. In fact, his deeds most likely would never be known, except to
God, if He existed. It was beginning to get cold. Moses was confident the Cold
City would return to Arctic temperatures very quickly. The scientist decided
that now was a good time to try to make amends with his mother’s God.
Conveniently, he was already down on his knees. His first of many
acknowledgements to come was that wisdom was in fact superior to intelligence.
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