"Tales Of The Bounty Hunters (Kevin Anderson)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Anderson Kevin J) He immediately recognized Chief Technician Loruss
standing in the laboratory. He focused on her. At the moment she was frantically screaming. IG-88 could tell from her peak temperature on the infrared image that she was extremely agitated. Her cadaverous skin flushed with red blots of excitement. Spittle sprayed out of her mouth as she barked orders. Her lips were curled back from her wide-gapped teeth. How could she be agitated, he wondered, when he was functioning so far beyond expectations? IG-88 im- mediately raised himself to a higher level of prepared- ness. Yellow alert. Standby. Something must be going wrong. IG-88 decided to accelerate his clock speed, to watch the events unfolding at the rate the humans operated. Alarm klaxons bellowed in the background. Magenta lights flashed brilliant patterns like spilled blood across the polished tables and floors. The other technicians ran about screaming, frantically pounding on control panels. Curious, he allowed Loruss's words to flow past him so he could understand what she was saying. "His cir- cuits are reinforcing themselves like wildfire!" the bald woman screamed. "It's a chain-reaction of sentience blazing through his computer brain." lowed. The others looked at IG-88 with panic-stricken faces. "We have to!" "Shut him down! Abort!" Loruss said. "Take him off line. I want IG-88 destroyed and dismantled so we can. analyze the flaw. Quickly!" As he assimilated the information, IG-88's warning systems powered on and self-defense modes took over. These irrational humans were trying to shut him down. They would not allow him to go forth and pursue his primary programming. They were afraid of his new- found abilities. Afraid with good reason. A statement and corollaries aligned themselves in his brain like freighters in a convoy: I think, therefore I am. Therefore I must endure. Therefore I must take appropriate actions to survive. His assassin programming told him exactly what to do. IG-88 focused his array of optical sensors on all targets in the room and attempted to move, but saw that durasteel bands held him locked into a diagnostics module. The bands had been meant to hold him in an |
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