"Daniel Keys Moran - A Tale of the Continuing Time 04 - The AI War" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moran Daniel Keys)

Two trillion massively parallel optical processors, each processor linked by light directly to over five
thousand other processors, layered in with columnar banks of RAM: two megabytes of dedicated RAM
to each processor, four quintabytes of liquid helium RTS, room temperature superconducting RAM. (The
room-temperature superconductors were exactly that: room-temperature. They had never been designed
to run at 335 degrees Celsius, the temperature the Black Beast would have reached without the veins of
liquid helium that pulsed beneath its black polymer skin.)

The Beast stored information by raising electrons through the quantum shells of atoms; read data back in
the photons emitted when the electrons crashed back to their base state.

The entire assemblage, built one molecule-thick layer at a time by an army of the most advanced
nanotech assemblers available in the entire System, fit in a sphere four meters in diameter.

The Black Beast floated in the center of the room, liquid helium lines leading to and from it, a single
heavily shielded power cable dropping away into the "floor."

Tens of millions of kilometers away, in orbit about Earth, the Unification of Earth was busy putting the
finishing touches to the Unity, a massive warship designed to spread the Unification to the rest of the
System; and here, tucked away in the back of a four-room suite at Gandhi CityState, floated Trent's
answer to it, the Black Beast, which held within its dark soul the plans for the downfall of the Unification
of Earth: Hosea 8:7.

If Trent and the plans both survived.

It is likely that only half a dozen of the most tightly coded Artificial Intelligences in the entire System could
have followed each step of the sequence of events as they unfolded; perhaps no Player could have:

Trent flew through the raw stone of Corridor C, toward his quarters at the far end of the corridor. PKF
Elite floated at the other end of the corridor, cutting through the emergency airlock; Trent flew into range
for the radio packet link to the Black Beast, and the nerve net within his skull, designed and grown for
the task of thinking like Trent, only much, much faster, came alive --

Orders of abstraction:

The Crystal Wind of Earth's InfoNet had been too fast for humans to navigate within, unaided, for nearly
four decades. And as the hardware got faster and the software smarter, the problem only grew worse.
Increasingly clever approaches were used to address the problem -- Images were programmed to deal
with most of the grunt work of navigating the Net; tracesets freed humans from keyboards and pointing
devices and the need to speak aloud; the first real Players, the greatest of the webdancers, subjected
themselves to surgery, had InfoNet links implanted within their skulls, "in-skin," to provide them with
greater integration with their Images; and finally, in the year 2069, Tytan Labs had shipped the NN-II, an
experimental nerve net designed to offload biological thought processes into the nerve net -- making its
recipient smarter, able to think faster; Trent had had one installed in late '69. For ten years the biochip
nerve net had been growing inside his skull, making ever deeper and more intimate connections with
Trent's neural system. It would have killed him to remove it; but even so:

Stopgap measures on the way to the Promised Land. The problem was that there was an absolute limit
to the speed at which protein-based neurons could process information.

Trent had solved the problem.