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“Good, isn’t it? Really makes history come alive. It’s not perfect, of course, but it’s amazing how much he got right.” “I haven’t read it,” Martin said. “Pardon?” “I haven’t read it,” Martin repeated. “If you haven’t read the book, I suppose you must have seen the BBC documentary series he made. They ran it in America on PBS.” “No, didn’t see it.” “None of it? There were four episodes.” Martin shook his head. “No, sorry.” “Did you read one of his follow-up books?” “No, I read the title, and a synopsis.” “A synopsis.” Martin shrugged. “Part of the synopsis.” “Ah, yes,” Phillip said. “You’re an
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pedestrians passed them by. Finally Phillip broke the silence. “Have you thought about it?” “Yes.” “Do you still intend to say whatever it was?” “No.” “Excellent! You have pleased me, my apprentice! Well done! I’m delighted at the prospect of all the marvelous things you’re not going to say in the future! You know, the less you talk, the more people assume that what you’re not saying is important.”
“is Jimmy acting creepy, Martin? Is he making lots of physical contact, Martin, and murmuring directly into your ear-hole? Martin, is he saying your name, Martin, much more often than any sane person would, Martin? Martin, it’s almost as if he read a book on how to cruise chicks at a discotheque and, Martin, realized he could apply those lessons to everyone he met, isn’t it, Martin?
Martin wasn’t totally awake, but not totally asleep either. He was in that hazy, semiconscious state where the dreams of the night before dovetail with the reality of the day ahead. That time where you find yourself thinking how unfortunate it is that your lower half has been replaced with the body of a crab, and how difficult it will be to explain to your boss that you couldn’t come in to work because your pants are now impractical.
“The hour is nigh!”
When the wizards were done laughing, Jimmy explained, “It’s over, Martin. You’re in.” “What?! But . . . the trials!” “Were last night,” Jimmy said, “if you must call them that. Look, Martin, the point of the trials is to make sure that you know what you’re doing and that you can be trusted. Phillip has lived with you and trained you, and he says you’re okay. We all met you last night and you didn’t set off anybody’s warning bells, so, you’re in.” Martin sat down on the edge of the round table. He didn’t know if he was more relieved or angry. “So it was all a lie?”
three is designed to give the people the life they always wanted instead of the life they always get. When life gets hard, too hard to face, people often turn to movies, television, or books. They, we, retreat into a world of fantasy. I am going to improve life for every sentient being on Earth by making reality a little more like fantasy.
Jimmy continued, “So, I’ll just have to sic my Orcs on you instead!” Phillip was in a full rage. “They aren’t Orcs, you idiot! Just because you call something something, doesn’t make it . . . it!” Jimmy shook his head. “Oh, Phillip. You’ve always lacked imagination, as that last sentence proved.”
They’re algorithms, created automatically by another algorithm to accomplish who knows what for we don’t know who! What could be more unimportant? What could be more insubstantial? They’re not real, and nothing done by them or to them could possibly make any difference.” “They’re just as real as you are,” Martin spat. “Yes! Exactly! I’m not real either, and neither are you! Nothing any of us does matters, so why are we arguing about what I’ve done? Nobody else seems to understand this like I do.”