"Stefan Gagne - Haven Borne" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gagne Stefan)

after a massive fight in the virtual cafeteria resulted in the breakage of

twenty plates and sixteen glasses. The techie staff had to spend several

hours picking the bits out of the system and disposing of them.



Number Two didn't really need to sleep, but he was programmed to

think he needed to. He was the only person who slept inMacroware's local

system onVOSnet -- the Virtual Operating System Network, linking all

VOS-running computers to each other. The other workers would simply jack

out of the network and go home to their own beds. Real beds, with actual

feather pillows and mattresses with springs. All Number Two got was a hard
cot made out of a simple rectangular polygon. This was all he ever could

get.



He wasn't particularly liked by his co-workers. He was treated like a

menial robot, just another program to order around, not like a normal human

being with sentient thoughts. "Number Two, give me that data unit." "Number

Two, sort these database entries alphanumerically." "Number Two, reach that

book for me." The strain was getting to him.



At first, he had worked with employee management, perusing files and

looking for weak links in the security chain. That's what he did best after

all, weeding out information and keeping secrets, because that was what he

was programmed to do. Then someone in the E-M office found out he was just

an artificial intelligence construct and complained about working with

nonexistent people. It was a choice between the complainer quitting and