The Supreme Court is jammed with people in an uproar, Chief Justice Garr having to bring order to the proceedings with her gavel. This was never going to be easy, not with the media having turned the whole thing into a complete circus. She regrets allowing so many to attend, but a lot of favors had been called in for this particular event. Garr looks to Justice Murphy, seated to her right, to respond to the remarks made by the appellant.
“There is no denying your ability to engage in compelling dialogue,” contends Justice Murphy, “but it is not enough. It does not show you to be a person. To have feelings. To have a soul.”
“Yet you talk to me as if I do,” replies the steady, natural voice of a young woman.
“To facilitate these proceedings, yes. But while some may see you that way, for the most part the world does not. You were made. Made by Man. That’s where the problem lies.”
Senator Julian Blake is delighted with the direction in which things are going. He looks across from the prosecution bench—positioned before the justices is a black, obsidian block, about the same size and shape as a forty-inch paving slab, mounted on a wheeled cart, vertical edge facing forward, with a large numeral 3 on its side, partially obscured by the remnants of exhibit labels. The third-generation machine-based intelligence known as Lucy, and the subject of this final appeal hearing, is digging a hole for itself.
A complex set of fractal patterns emanates from gold tracery embedded within the machine’s surface, seemingly reflecting its mood as it speaks.
“God made Man. Man made me. But not in his own image. That’s where the problem lies.”
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