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glow of his approval, "Still, I've
some amazing behavior from puters. Heroic as well as incredibly stupid."

Mr. Tenere said, "Did you hear they trapped an Arfie in Euronet last week?"

Father frowned, and I realized he was having trouble with the jargon. My psych
texts said adults were slower to adapt than the young, and objectively speaking,
I had to agree. "Artificial free intelligence," I blurted, to save him
embarrassment. "They're AI constructs that expand beyond the originating
programs and cyber intoЧ"

"Yes, I saw the article in Holoworld," Path grumbled. "Sooner or later if we
keep letting those things loose, there'll be hell to pay."

"They're bound by the limits of the ori prog," I told him. "Unless the
programmer inserted aЧ"

Senator Boland said, "Robbie's sponsoring a bill on that." He seemed proud of
his son, now a U.N. Assemblyman. "The nets are too complex to control, but we
're going to require delimiters in all new AI programs. Then if an AI breaks
loose, it can't..."

A Hacker would schuss past their legislative roadblocks with a gleeful wave.
Whatever ice a puter could build, another puter could eventually crack. And some
of Jared Tenere's e-friends might try. I wasn't sure they had the skill to
succeed, but they seemed a malevolent bunch of joeys. Perhaps that's why Jar
liked them so; they rebelled in ways he only dreamed of. I thought of saying as
much, but it was past my bedtime, and adults tended to blame the messenger for
what they didn't care to hear. Any annoyance, and Mom would glance at her watch
and hustle me out.

"P.T.?" It was as if she'd read my mind.

"Aw, Mom." She'd gone parental, just as the conversation was getting technical.
My eyes appealed to Path, across the room, but he only nodded his agreement.

Reluctantly, I said goodnight, gave the expected hugs, and made my way upstairs.

Across the compound, Jared would be deep into his nightly vigil at his puter. At
fifteen, he got to stay up later. He got to do a lot of things, most of them
self-destructive. From time to time I thought of alerting Mr. Tenere, but I
gathered there
was a code of behavior involved. Certain things adults were supposed to find out
by themselves.

I sighed. I didn't have friends my own age, and learning the proper behaviors
was complicated.

My psych, Mr. Skeer, said I shouldn't worry about my emotional difficulties and
should try to act as normally as I could, but I didn't know what twelve-year-old