"03.Time Streams" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGough Scott)

matrix to allow logical, emotional, and social learning."
Barrin winced slightly at the man's choice of words.
"Yes, well, that's the other matter. What we've got here is
no longer just a machine. You know it, and I know it. So
does the probe. You gave him emotions. You need to
acknowledge those emotions. You need to respect those
emotions." Only a blank stare answered him. "Don't you see?
This is not just a probe anymore. He is a man-no, more than
that-he is a child. He'll need to be guided, nurtured-"
The master looked stern. "I wish you had brought this up
before. We could have devised a rubric for handling this
aspect of the probe's development."
"That's just it," replied Barrin. "You can't devise
rubrics for this kind of thing. You can't chart it out in
blueprints. You have to stop thinking like an artificer and
start thinking like a-well, like a father."
"I was an orphan at twelve. Mishra and I both. We turned
out all right."
The mage snorted just slightly at that. "If you wish, I
will act as the probe's mentor in your place, but in time
you are going to need to create that bond yourself. And that
will mean telling him who you really are-telling him he was
created by Urza Planeswalker."

* * * * *

Master Malzra's laboratory had been daunting enough for
the silver man and his new intellectual cortex. The
corridors and spaces beyond the lab-tutorial rooms, lecture
halls, surgical theaters, wind tunnels, test chambers, and
countless more laboratories-were overwhelming. In gazing at
these elaborate structures, the probe understood at last
what a school was: a building designed to aid in gaining new
knowledge, communicating it to others, and applying it in
invention. This was a revelation. His creators needed to
learn. They were not all-knowing angels, driven by logical
necessity and an apprehension of the ascendant good. They
were ignorant animals, ennobled only by their insatiable
curiosity, and some were less ennobled than others.
"I'm Teferi," offered a boy who capered into the silver
man's path and stopped stock still, as if daring the half-
ton creature to walk over him. "I'm the magical prodigy." He
followed the introduction with a snap of his fingers,
sending blue sparks bursting through the air.
The probe stopped in his tracks and crouched slightly to
get a better look at the young scholar. Teferi's face was
small, dark, and impish. Tousled black hair jutted wildly
about his gleaming eyes. He wore the manifold white robes of
a Tolarian student. At his waist, a leather sash held his
personal array of crystals, wands, and fetishes. His feet