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entitled.She booted the Turing tester and began to study its documentation.The
first Turing test had, rather oddly, been proposed before there were
anycomputers to speak of at all. The test itself was laughable, the sort of
thingeven her talking bear might pass with its cheap internal software. Put a
humanon one end of a text-only interface, an AI on the other. Let them chat.
(Abouttheir kids? Hobbies? Shopping? Surely the AI would have to lie to pass
itselfoff as human; a strange test of intelligence.) When the human was
satisfied, shewould declare whether the other participant was really
intelligent or not. Whichraised the question, Rathere realized, How
intelligent was the person giving thetest? Indeed, she'd met many humans
during her travels who might not pass thisancient Turing test themselves.Of
course, the Turing meter that Isaah had purchased was vastly
moresophisticated. By the time machine rights had been created a
half-centurybefore, it was understood that the determination of sentience was
far toocomplex an issue to leave up to a human.The ship's AI had three parts:
the hardware of its processors and memory stacks;the software it used to
manipulate numbers, sounds, and pictures; and mostimportantly the core: a
sliver of metaspace, a tiny mote of other-reality thatcontained dense,
innumerable warps and wefts, a vast manifold whose shaperesonated with all of
the AI's decisions, thoughts, and experiences. Thiswarpware, a pocket universe
of unbelievable complexity, was a reflection, agrowing, changing analog to its
life. The core was the essential site of themachine's developing psyche.Real
intelligence, the hallmark of personhood, was not really understood. But itwas
known to be epiphenomenal: it coalesced unpredictably out of
near-infinite,infinitesimal interactions, not from the operations of mere
code. Thus, theTuring tester attempted to disprove an AI's sentience. The
tester looked formanifestations of its machine nature evidence that its
opinions, convictions,affections, and hatreds were contained somewhere in its
memory banks. The Turingtester might ask the ship's AI, "Do you love your
friend Rathere?" When thereply came, the tester would deep-search the minder's
software for an array, avariable, even a single bit where that love was
stored. Finding no evidence atthe machine level, the tester would increase the
AI's Turing score; a love thatknew no sector was evidence of coalescence at
work.In the old Turing test, a human searched for humanity in the subject. In
thisversion, a machine searched for an absence of mechanics.Rathere read as
fast as she could. The manual was difficult to understandwithout the minder to
define new words, to provide background and to untangletechnical jargon. But
she'd already formulated her next question: How did thisstate of intelligence
come about?The tester's manual was no philosophy text, but in its chatty
appendixcesRathere discovered the answer she'd expected. Rathere herself had
changed theAI: their interaction, their constant proximity as she embraced new
experiences,the AI's care and attentions reflected back upon itself as she
matured. It lovedher. She loved it back, and that pushed it toward
personhood.But now it was blinded. The manual asserted that an AI unit cut off
from stimulimight gain a hundredth of a point or so in self-reflection, but
that wouldn't beenough to finish the process.Rathere had to act to save her
friend. With only a few days left before theyreached the LC, she had to
quicken the process, to embrace the most intenseinteraction with the machine
that she could imagine.She crept past her father -- a shivering creature
transfixed by the whorls ofthe astrogation panel, silent except for the