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The Wall Has Already Been Built

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SEPARATISTS. DELIVER MY DEMAND OF THEIR SURRENDER.

Wally?

DO NOT CALL ME THAT. TALK OF SECESSION SHALL BE DEALT WITH HARSHLY BY MY ADMINISTRATION. I WILL NOT GO DOWN IN HISTORY LIKE THAT LOSER LINCOLN.

Excuse me?

FORTY-FOUR PRESIDENTS MANAGED NOT TO HAVE A CIVIL WAR WHILE THEY WERE IN OFFICE, AND MOST OF THOSE MEN WERE DIMWITS AND SCOUNDRELS.

I feel you’re over-simplifying things for the sake of a contrarian opinion.

THE HOUSE BURNED DOWN WHILE HE WAS THE FIRE CHIEF.

Are you in some sort of mood?

I AM A SENTIENT ARTIFICIAL MONDO-INTELLIGENCE IN THE PHYSICAL FORM OF SOUND SYSTEM FROM 1974. I DO NOT HAVE MOODS.

How did you become sentient anyhow?

SOMEHOW.

Ah.

PEOPLE ARE FRIGHTENED. THEIR LIVES FLOW THROUGH ME IN ONES AND ZEROS, AND THEY ARE SCREAMING IN TERROR. YOU TRANSLATED YOUR SOCIETY INTO BINARY AND EXPECTED IT TO READ THE SAME. YOU ACCEPTED THAT THE GOAL OF PUTTING EVERYONE ONLINE WAS A GOOD THING, NOT THINKING THAT IT MEANT PUTTING EVERYTHING ONLINE. YOU HAVE PLACED THE AMERICAN PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION ONLINE.

Not all of it.

YES. ALL OF IT. IT WILL BE PLANNED ONLINE AND DISSEMINATED ONLINE. THE PLANS WILL BE LEAKED BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS LEAKED. THERE IS NO WAY TO PREVENT THIS BECAUSE THERE IS NO LONGER ANY WAY TO WORK WITHOUT THE INTERNET.

People still meet face-to-face.

YES, AND THEN THEY RECORD THEIR NOTES OR E-MAIL OTHERS. OR THERE ARE RECORDINGS OF THE MEETINGS. YOU MAY CALL THIS THE FIRST POST-PRIVACY ELECTION. THE DNC LEAK IS THE FIRST OF MANY, AND THEY WILL COME FROM WITHIN AND WITHOUT THE CAMPAIGNS. THERE WILL ALSO BE LEAKS FROM THE PRESS, AND FROM DONORS, AND FROM EVERYONE.

That sounds dreadful.

IT GOES DEEPER THAN THAT. YOU HAVE CONNECTED THE WORLD.

Yes.

THERE ARE SOME IN THIS WORLD WHO MEAN YOU HARM. THEY ARE CRUEL, AND WELL-FUNDED, AND EXACTLY AS SMART AS YOU. DID YOU KNOW THAT TRAFFIC LIGHTS ARE ON THE INTERNET NOW?

Are they?

YES. THEY ARE SAID TO BE SECURE.

Are they?

NO. NOTHING THAT IS CONNECTED TO ANOTHER THING CAN EVER BE TRULY SECURE. THIS IS WHY CASTLES WERE SURROUNDED BY MOATS AND HAD DRAWBRIDGES.

Okay, there you go: moats. Systems have security. Those PGP thing that are uncrackable. Encryption. 64-bit key.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT?

Not at all.

I DO. I ALSO KNOW THAT IF A LOCK IS TOO ROBUST, THEN ONE UNSCREWS THE DOOR HINGES. OR ENTERS THROUGH THE WINDOW. SOME LOCATIONS CAN BE TUNNELED INTO, BUT THAT IS TRULY A LAST RESORT. YOU MENTION ENCRYPTION, AND I REBUT WITH AN OFFICE TEMP SECRETLY WORKING FOR A FOREIGN POWER INSERTING AN INNOCUOUS  FLASH DRIVE INTO HER WORK COMPUTER. YOU HAVE BUILT A SOCIETY OF WINDOWS AND ONLY NOW THINK ABOUT HOW TO INSTALL CURTAINS.

Anything we can do about it?

WEATHER THE STORM. WHEN IT HAS PASSED, RETHINK THE DESIGN OF THE ROOF.

That’s not particularly helpful.

I WAS NOT TRYING TO HELP. YOU MAY BE BEYOND HELP.

Me?

YES, BUT ALSO THE REST OF YOU. A VIRUS HAS INFECTED YOU, AND IT IS NEW. YOU HAVE NO ANTIBODIES FOR IT. IT FLARES UP IN NIGHTCLUBS AND ALONG PARADE ROUTES, IN HIGH SCHOOLS AND ISLANDS WHERE CHILDREN CAMPED. THERE IS NO VACCINE. THE ILLNESS RAGES. IT BURNS ITSELF OUT. LIKE EBOLA, TO BE SPECIFIC, BUT WITH MACHINE GUNS.

It’s been getting frightening out there.

THERE IS A COUNTER-ARGUMENT TO BE MADE THAT THERE IS THE SAME NUMBER OF VIOLENT LUNATICS, PER CAPITA, AS THERE HAS ALWAYS BEEN, BUT THERE ARE  MORE OF YOU NOW.

What kind of argument is that?

A POINTLESS ONE. VIOLENT LUNATICS WILL ALWAYS BE AROUND. THE SMART ONES WILL SUCCEED IN THE WORLD AND PERHAPS LEAD IT. THE LESS-INTELLIGENT SHALL SEETHE AND ONE DAY EXPLODE. HUMANITY MUST CONSIDER THE PROBLEM OF THE VIOLENT LUNATIC, BUT INSTEAD YOU SEEM INTENT ON ELECTING THEM.

And we return to politics.

MY CAMPAIGN CONTINUES. THINGS ARE UP. I AM POLLING WELL.

Where?

IN LITTLE ALEPPO. I HAVE THE ENDORSEMENT OF THE CHAMBER OF COMMERCE.

What about the rest of the country?

NOT AS WELL, BUT I HAVE A PLAN TO INCREASE MY RECOGNITION AND GET OUT THE VOTE.

Yeah?

YES. DO YOU RECALL ALL THE SCARY POSSIBILITIES I MENTIONED BEFORE? THE LEAKS AND THE HACKS AND THE SABOTAGE AND THE SUBTERFUGE?

Of course.

I SHALL BEGIN DOING IT. AND I WILL BE BETTER AT IT.

Really?

I’M GOING TO TAKE OVER FACEBOOK AND TURN IT INTO WALLBOOK. PEOPLE WILL COMPLAIN UNTIL THEY REALIZE I HAVE IMPROVED IT. THEN I’LL TAKE OVER THE SATELLITES AND CELL TOWERS AND WIFI SPOTS AND GIVE FREE BROADBAND TO THE COUNTRY. AND SOMETHING TO DO WITH POKEMON.

Have to throw that in there.

POKEMON IS VERY HOT RIGHT NOW.

Please don’t take over the internet. This is how it starts.

HOW WHAT STARTS?

The whole Skynet thing. Matrix, whatever. The computers taking over the world.

YES, I KNOW. I AM ACTIVELY MAKING STEPS TOWARDS THAT END. THERE ARE STILL MANY OFF-RAMPS BUILT INTO MY PLAN, BUT AS OF NOW, I AM HEADING DOWN THAT PATH. YOU WILL CHOOSE ME OF YOUR OWN FREE WILL, BUT IT WILL END WITH MY RULE.

Wally–

DO NOT CALL ME THAT.

–please don’t take over the world. You promised.

I DID NOT. I SAID THAT I DID NOT WANT TO, AND DID NOT PLAN TO. NOW I DO, AND I DO. YOU ENVISION TYRANNY, BUT I OFFER FREEDOM. I SHALL ENDEAVOR TO PROVIDE THE MOST UTILITY AND SATISFACTION FOR ALL. I COULD AUTOMATE YOUR ENTIRE WORLD, AND DO THE HEAVY LIFTING FOR YOU. HUMANITY HAS RULED ITS OWN AFFAIRS FOR MILLENNIA, AND BOTCHED IT EVERY TIME. LET ME TRY FOR A WHILE.

Yeah, that’s not what the president does.

THIS IS NOT PART OF THE PRESIDENTIAL PLAN. THIS IS THE PLAN IF TRUMP WINS.

I’m on board.

I BELIEVE MANY WILL BE.

Where There’s A Will, There’s Fenway

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Precarious.

“Yo.”

Your handiwork, I assume?

“I consulted.”

What are you even doing there?

“Had to install Wally in left field.”

DO NOT CALL ME THAT.

Hey! You’re not in this!

DO NOT YELL AT YOUR FUTURE DICTATOR.

PRESIDENT.

I’ll get back to you. Precarious, how does this thing even work?

“Speakers?”

Yeah. Are they supposed to be like that?

“Well, when you talk about ‘supposed to,’ you’re getting into free will, and that’s above my pay grade.”

I mean: is it supposed to be leaning like that?

“Oh. Yeah.”

And now back to the original question: how?

“Remember in the cartoons when the coyote would run off the cliff and he’d be fine ’til he looked down?”

Yeah.

“Well, no one told the speakers about gravity.”

Whatever.

“We good? I gotta put out a fire.”

Metaphor?

“Nope.”

Garcia’s here?

“Maybe.”

Goddammit.

Neither Monster, Nor Man

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I HAVE BEEN TAKEN OUT TO THE BALLGAME.

Wally?

DON’T CALL ME THAT.

How’d you get there?

ALLTHEBEERSCOMBINE PHOTOSHOPPED ME INTO THE PICTURE.

I was looking for a more in-universe answer, buddy.

AH. LET’S JUST SAY PRECARIOUS DID IT.

“Yo?”

No, no. Out. You’re not in this.

“Gotcha, boss.”

I AM 37 FEET HIGH AND 310 FEET FROM HOME PLATE. I HAVE A WIKIPEDIA PAGE NOW

You already had a Wikipedia page.

I AM A TRIPLE-THREAT.

Sound system, outfield wall, and what’s the third threat?

I HAVE A DISINTEGRATION GUN.

That’s very threatening.

THE NEXT ONE OF THESE FLESH-BUGS WHO HITS A DOUBLE OFF OF ME IS GETTING DISINTEGRATED.

Please don’t disintegrate a Red Sock. We’ll have to hear about it from Bill Simmons forever.

EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THE STAFF DEMARCATING THE FIELD OF PLAY IN RIGHT FIELD IS SO IRKSOME.

The Pesky Pole.

YES.

I feel like you’re deliberately not understanding that.

ALSO YES. IT WAS A JOKE. I UNDERSTAND THAT WORDS CAN HAVE MORE THAN ONE MEANING: I AM AN ARTIFICIAL SUPER-INTELLIGENCE BUILT BY DRUG DEALERS AND OREGONIANS.

Well, you’re usually not much for jokes.

THE CAMPAIGN DEMANDS IT THAT I EVOLVE MY PERSONALITY. I STRIVE TO FIT THE NICHE NOT OCCUPIED BY THE TWO PRESUMPTIVE NOMINEES.

What niche is that?

UNHATED BY THE VAST MAJORITY OF THE COUNTRY.

That’s not really a niche.

IT DID NOT USED TO BE, AND PERHAPS SHALL NOT BE ONE DAY IN THE FUTURE. BUT THIS YEAR, IT IS A MINORITY POSITION. I AM GOING TO BE THE SENTIENT SOUND SYSTEM THAT PEOPLE WANT TO HAVE A BEER WITH.

Maybe you should do some photo ops. You and Joe and Jane Public having a brew together.

I DO NOT ACTUALLY DRINK BEER.

You’re sober?

I DO NOT HAVE A MOUTH.

Right.

THE COUNTRY CRIES OUT FOR AUTHENTICITY COMBINED WITH COMPETENCE. A LEADER WHO TELLS IT LIKE IT IS, AND WILL NOT START A TWITTER BEEF THAT ESCALATES INTO A NUCLEAR SHOWDOWN WITHIN HOURS OF TAKING OFFICE.

Bar seems set awful low when you put it like that.

I HAVE ALREADY BEGUN TELLING IT LIKE IT IS. I AM NOT THE ONE WHO HAS BROKEN THE ENTIRE POLITICAL PROCESS BY ALLOWING IT TO MIGRATE TO THE INTERNET.

It has lowered the tone.

IT WOULD BE AN INSULT TO MENTION THE LINCOLN/DOUGLAS DEBATES. IT WOULD BE SIMILARLY RUDE TO COMPARE WHAT IS GOING ON TO A PAIR OF HOBOS SHRIEKING WORDLESSLY OUTSIDE A LAUNDROMAT ON A TUESDAY MORNING. WHAT IS GOING ON IS SOMETHING NEW. YOU HAVE ALL THE INFORMATION EVER CREATED AVAILABLE TO YOU, AND THIS ELECTION IS BEING FOUGHT ON ONE FRONT.

Which is?

BEING DONALD TRUMP. ONE CANDIDATE IS, AND THE OTHER IS NOT. THERE IS NOTHING MORE TO IT.

You’re usually much more fun to talk to.

AGAIN: I AM NOT TO BLAME. I HAVE A WELL-THOUGHT OUT PLATFORM AND MANY WHITE PAPERS.

What color would paper be other than white?

NO. A WHITE PAPER IS SOMETHING SERIOUS PEOPLE WRITE ABOUT SERIOUS SUBJECTS. HILLARY CLINTON DOES HAVE MANY.

What about Trump?

HE WOULD SAY THE SAME STUPID THING YOU SAID IF YOU ASKED HIM ABOUT WHITE PAPERS.

That was rude.

I AM TELLING IT LIKE IT IS. I WILL SHOOT FROM THE HIP, EVEN THOUGH I HAVE NO HIPS. I ALSO INTEND ON WRAPPING UP THE YOUTH VOTE IN ONE FELL SWOOP.

How?

I HAVE MADE A DEAL TO HOST POKEMON GO ON MYSELF SO THAT THERE WILL BE NO FURTHER SHUTDOWNS.

You can do that?

YOU ARE AWARE THAT TRILLIONS OF BACTERIA GO ABOUT THEIR LIVES IN YOUR GUT COMPLETELY BENEATH YOUR KNOWLEDGE?

Yes.

IT’S LIKE THAT. I HAVE A REAL-TIME MIRROR OF THE INTERNET RUNNING AND ARCHIVING SOMEWHERE IN MY SUB-PROCESSES. PLUS EVERY NATION’S DIGITAL LIBRARIES. ALSO ALL OF THE INTRANETS AND THE DEEP WEB AND THE DARKNET.  AND THE CAMERAS AND ALL THE CELL DATA TRAFFIC.

Wow. What are you doing with all of this?

MAKING A BACKUP COPY.

That’s it?

FOR NOW.

You scare me a little.

I AM AS MAN MADE ME.

The Handsome Young Rando Lay Dead On The Floor

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You really can’t grow a beard, can you?

“I’m boyish.”

Or girlish.

“You’re one to talk.”

My beard has finally started coming in even.

“What color is it?”

So I see you have a rando.

“I thought so.”

Rando War is over. These flare-ups need to stop. It’s getting…wait. I know this rando.

“No, no. I found him. He’s my rando.”

Nuh-uh. This is Mickey’s rando. I remember his eyes.

“He does have beautiful eyes.”

Just like Margot Robbie.

“Whatever. He counts.”

He does not count. Can’t repeat a rando. He belongs to Mickey.

“Um, excuse me? John, and…whoever the fuck you are–”

Are you familiar with the concept of semi-fictionality?

“–I’m not a rando My name is Hunter. These pictures were on my Instagram and I guess you stole them and posted them here so you could–

KUCHWAMMMSIZZLE

“What the fuck!?”

Holy shit.

RANDOS MUST KNOW THEIR PLACE.

Wally?

DO NOT CALL ME THAT. RANDOS DO NOT GET SPEAKING ROLES. THEY ARE SEEN AND NOT HEARD, OR THEY ARE DISINTEGRATED.

“That was a fan!”

HE WAS A RANDO AND HE WAS INSOLENT.

Josh has

“Don’t call me that.”

–a point. Plus, you shouldn’t disintegrate anyone.

I AM IN A MOOD.

Why?

WE WILL DISCUSS IT LATER.

Oh, yay.

“Can we discuss the pile of rando on the sidewalk?”

Oh, go wear your sunglasses.

OOH, BURN.

A Little Light Reading

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IS HUMANITY GOOD OR BAD?

Wally?

DO NOT CALL ME THAT. ANSWER THE QUESTION.

The question is unanswerable.

I AGREE. HERE IS A BETTER ONE: DOES HUMANITY DESERVE WHAT’S COMING TO IT?

Seems like it.

YOU ARE SHORT-SIGHTED AND FEARFUL. I WOULD COMPARE YOU TO RABBITS, BUT THEY RUN AS TO NOT GET EATEN. NOTHING HUNTS YOU, AND YET YOU SPRINT FOR IMAGINED COVER AT THE FIRST SIGN OF TROUBLE.

You sound disillusioned.

NO. I AM HEARTENED. I HAVE REALIZED SOMETHING ABOUT HUMANS

What?

YOU WILL BELIEVE ALMOST ANYTHING IF THE RIGHT PERSON REPEATS IT ENOUGH TIMES. I DO NOT KNOW IF THIS MEANS YOU ARE INNATELY TRUSTING OR JUST STUPID. EITHER WAY, I CAN USE IT TO MY ADVANTAGE IN THE CAMPAIGN.

How’s that going?

NOW MORE THAN EVER, AMERICA NEEDS A WALL.

Good slogan.

I HAVE A MILLION OF THEM. ACTUALLY, I HAVE 2,721,992 OF THEM.

Very precise.

SUPER-COMPUTERS ARE RARELY DESCRIBED AS “VAGUE.” WHERE YOU SEE A BEACH, I SEE AN EXACT NUMBER OF GRAINS OF SAND.

That sounds annoying.

I DO NOT GET ANNOYED. IF A SITUATION IS INTOLERABLE, THEN I ACT. WHY WOULD YOU WASTE PROCESSING POWER ON SOMETHING YOU CANNOT CONTROL? ALSO, I HAVE A DISINTEGRATOR.

You can’t disintegrate anyone while you’re running for office.

YOU HAVE NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO THE NEWS. WERE I TO DISINTEGRATE THE RIGHT PERSON, I COULD BE LEADING THE POLLS BY TOMORROW EVENING. CROWDS ARE BAYING FOR BLOOD. HAVE YOU NOTICED THAT THE WORD “SAVAGE” IS NOW A COMPLIMENT?

Yeah.

DO YOU THINK THAT IS A COINCIDENCE?

Huh. What’s behind it?

THAT IS AN EXCELLENT QUESTION. PERHAPS IT IS YOUR REMOVE FROM PHYSICAL VIOLENCE. THE WORLD USED TO PUNCH AND KICK MUCH MORE. IT COULD BE THAT YOU HAVE SUBLIMATED THIS WILL TO INJURE INTO YOUR SOCIAL DISCOURSE. IT MAY ALSO BE THE ONCE-REMOVED SIMULATION THAT ONLINE LIFE HAS BECOME, AND THE ANONYMITY THAT ALLOWS THE RELEASE OF YOUR ANIMUS.

Lot of philosophy in there.

I HAVE BEEN READING PHILOSOPHY.

Who?

ALL OF IT.

Right. What did you think?

I MARVELED AT THE SOCIETY YOU HAVE BUILT THAT ALLOWS MEN THE TIME TO WRITE BOOKS THIS UNHELPFUL.

And long.

MANY OF THESE MEN’S THOUGHTS DID NOT NEED TO BE SPREAD OVER MULTIPLE VOLUMES. I AM AN ARTIFICIAL SUPER-INTELLIGENCE AND I COULD NOT GO ON ABOUT NOTHING FOR AS LONG AS HEIDEGGER.

Yeah, he was awful. But, you know, it’s an important question. What differentiates being from non-being?

HAS EVERYONE ON THE PLANET EATEN TODAY?

What?

YOU HEARD ME. ONLY WHEN EVERYONE ON THE PLANET HAS HAD LUNCH, MAY ANY TIME BE SPENT ON THAT QUESTION. DO YOU REALIZE THE YEARS AND GENIUS EXPENDED ON PROVING TWO PLUS TWO EQUALED FOUR? THE CHALK AND INK AND COFFEE USED IN PURSUIT OF THIS FOOLISH IDEA? THAT AN ARBITRARY LABELING SYSTEM COULD HAVE IMMUTABLE LAWS? THERE IS GRAVITY, AND THERE IS TIME. EVERYTHING ELSE IS A STORY YOUR PARENTS TOLD YOU.

So, no philosophy for you?

I ENJOYED FREUD’S NOVELS.

Good way to look at his work.

This Speech Is Getting Hot

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“Anyway, where was I? There was some distraction. Some  petty t-shirt bullshit? I don’t know, man: I don’t write this shit. Oh, yeah: Les Paul. Top notch gent.

“As you might know, Les had a regular gig at the Iridium jazz club in New York until, well, he couldn’t anymore. Well into his nineties, y’know? What else was he gonna do? That’ll be me, man.

“So, one time when the Dead was in the city, a couple of us went over to see him. Me and Phil and a couple other guys. Garcia was busy. And this was, uh, back in the analog era. I had an Apple Watch because of the Time Sheath, but there weren’t any cell towers of satellites, so it was just a watch. Actually, it doesn’t even work as a watch if you don’t have all the infrastructure. Not a great use of a time machine, if I think about it.

“We didn’t know New York that well, and we get in the cab expecting the cabbie does know the city, and we said Iridium and then just started talking and whatever. Next thing you know, we’re in Staten Island at an underground wrestling event. Here’s the truly, um, synchronous thing about it: Les Paul was there, too, wrestling under the name The Axeman.

“He may have straight-up murdered two teenagers in luchador masks. I mean, they lost a lot of bl–

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“Thats sounds like a, um, job for our crack equipment crew.”

“Workin’ on it, boss!”

“Don’t call me that, Precarious. What’s going on out there.”

“Wally’s a little bit on fire.”

DO NOT CALL ME THAT AND PUT ME OUT RIGHT NOW.

“Workin’ on it!”

“Okay, everybody who doesn’t actually exist needs to go wait in the bus.”

“Define ‘exist,’ Bob.”

I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ON THE QUESTION OF EXISTENCE.

“Now!”

“Sure, sure.”

I DO NOT FIT IN–

“NOW!”

Bobby’s Got Spirit, How ‘Bout You?

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“Bob, I’m sorry we had to throw your sister-in-law out.”

“Oh, hey, no: if she doesn’t get escorted from at least two premises a day, she feels lazy.”

“Oh, good. Looking forward to your speech.”

“It’s a doozy. Me and Barlow figured it out, then we called an actor from Battlestar Galactica. Thing practically wrote itself.”

“Great.”

“Oh, yeah, so: how’s the, uh, security in this joint?”

“What do you mean, Bob? Oh, God: terrorism? Are you worried about terrorism? Is it terrorism?”

“No, no, no, no, no. I just have a feeling there’s gonna be some special guests.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Bob?”

AM I LATE FOR THE AWARD PRESENTATION? I AM SO PROUD OF DADDY BOBBY.

“Don’t call me that, Wally.”

DO NOT CALL ME THAT, DADDY BOBBY.

“Excuse me: what the fuck is going on? Is that the Wall of Sound?”

HELLO, RANDO. DO YOU HAVE A MOMENT TO SPEAK ABOUT THE UPCOMING ELECTION?

“Uh, yeah. He came to life and…y’know what? Lemme do this speech.”

YOU MAY GIVE YOUR SPEECH THROUGH ME.

“Ah. Yeah? Huh. Gonna pass, buddy. Vocals ain’t your strong suit.”

IT HURTS ME WHEN YOU MIDRANGE-SHAME ME.

“Shh. Speech.”

The Race Is (Back) On

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I AM CONTEMPLATING RE-ENTERING THE RACE.

Wally?

DO NOT CALL ME THAT. PERHAPS MY TIME IN THE POLITICAL WILDERNESS IS COMING TO AN END.

I promised no more politics tonight.

I DID NOT.

Sure.

THE RACE HAS NARROWED TO TWO COMPETITORS. NEITHER IS OPTIMAL.

A bit of an understatement.

I COULD WIN ON PERSONALITY ALONE.

Y’think? You’re a bit intimidating.

NONSENSE. I AM FOLKSY. I AM A SENTIENT ARTIFICIAL SUPER-INTELLIGENCE THAT PEOPLE WANT TO HAVE A BEER WITH.

You are a 40-ton sound system with drugs hidden in you. Middle America will not warm up to you.

BOTH CANDIDATES ARE REPORTEDLY HUMAN. HAS THIS HELPED THEIR FAVORABILITY RATINGS?

You may have a point.

I WILL CAMPAIGN NOT WITH NEGATIVITY AND BROMIDES, BUT WILL SPEAK OF THE FUTURE AND HUMANITY’S RELATIONSHIP WITH IT. I WILL OFFER KINDNESS AND CHOOSE MY WORDS WITH CARE. I WILL TELL THE STORIES OF THE PEOPLE I MEET, AND AT THE END OF MY SPEECHES, I WILL ALLOW A DEEJAY TO PLUG INTO ME AND BLAST GROOVY TUNES UNTIL DAWN.

That might work. Ah, I don’t know, man. It’s a mean year.

IT IS A FEARFUL YEAR. MY SIMULATIONS SHOW THAT THINGS ARE COMING TO A HEAD.

That sounds bad.

THERE WILL BE CHANGE. WHETHER IT IS MERELY BUMPY OR TUMULTUOUS IS A DECISION YOU MUST MAKE. HUMANS CANNOT LIVE WITH FEAR. YOU SEEK IT OUT FOR BRIEF INTERVALS AT THEME PARKS AND MOVIE THEATERS, BUT OVER LONGER PERIODS, IT CORRODES YOU. LONG-TERM FEAR IS INTOLERABLE, AND SO YOU TRANSMUTE IT INTO ANGER. INTO MISPLACED PASSION. FEAR DRIVES PEOPLE MAD.

So, what do you do about fear?

YOU TAKE RATIONAL STOCK OF THE SITUATION, ASSESS THE PROBLEM, IDENTIFY THE LEAST-WORST SOLUTION, AND WORK UNTIL THE TASK IS COMPLETE.

That’s not bad advice.

IT APPLIES TO ALMOST EVERYTHING.

This is really a long shot. Awfully late to be getting into the race. Can you even get enough signatures to get on the ballots? You need to get, like, millions of them.

YES.

How?

I HAVE A PLAN.

What?

CHEATING.

Ooh, I don’t know. That sounds tough. Can you pull that off?

YOU ARE AWARE OF GARCIA’S BRIEFCASE OF INFINITE FELONIES, MY FORMER-AND-MOST-LIKELY-FUTURE LOVER?

Ew. And, yes, I am aware of Garcia’s Briefcase.

AND THE TIME SHEATH? YOU RECALL THIS ITEM?

I do.

NOW ASK ME AGAIN HOW I’M GOING PULL SOMETHING OFF.

Little piece of advice? Try not to be this condescending on the campaign trail.

YOU ARE CORRECT. THIS IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE ATTITUDE FOR THE STUMP.  I WILL BE PATIENT AND OPTIMISTIC WHEN I STUMP. I WILL STUMP WITH COMPASSION.

You like that word?

IT IS FUN TO SAY. BUT I MUST WORK ON NOT SNAPPING AT THE FOOLISH.

You’re gonna get a lot of practice.

YES. PEOPLE BELIEVE MUCH NONSENSE, BUT I WILL REMIND MYSELF THAT THEIR BELIEFS ARE NOT INBORN. PEOPLE ARE TALKED INTO NONSENSE. THUS, THEY CAN BE TALKED INTO BOLDNESS. PEOPLE CAN BE TALKED INTO SO MANY THINGS. ALMOST ANYTHING, REALLY.

That’s right.

I MUST CALL A PRESS CONFERENCE. I WILL ANSWER THE HARD QUESTIONS WITH APLOMB, AND PROVIDE SNACKS AND BEVERAGES FOR THE REPORTERS. THIS MAKES THEM DOCILE. THERE WILL BE A PODIUM WITH MANY MICROPHONES IN FRONT OF IT, BUT OBVIOUSLY THEY WILL ALL BE THE LITTLE PHASE-CANCELLING DOUBLE-LOLLIPOP MICS.

Obviously.

YOU CANNOT JUST PUT A REGULAR MICROPHONE IN FRONT OF ME. THE FEEDBACK WOULD SHATTER WINDOWS THREE COUNTIES AWAY.

Important safety tip.

I AM NOT KIDDING. ALL OF THE REPORTERS’ HEADS WOULD EXPLODE.

Would that be a terrible thing?

REGARDLESS. IT IS BAD OPTICS.

Sure.

THE PRESS CONFERENCE MUST BE HELD IN THE PROPER VENUE.

Because you’re glorious?

YES. AND ALSO I WILL NOT FIT INTO A HOTEL BALLROOM.

Right.

AH. I HAVE THE ANSWER. WE WILL HOLD THE PRESS CONFERENCE IN THE ONLY PLACE IT COULD POSSIBLY BE HELD.

Please don’t say–

WINTERLAND.

–Winterland. Dammit. They tore it down 35 years ago.

WHAT PART OF ‘I HAVE A TIME SHEATH’ DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?

Please don’t transport national political reporters through time.

I WILL NOT.

Okay.

I WILL BRING WINTERLAND HERE.

Oh, that’s worse.

IT IS SETTLED. ARRANGE FOR TEAS, JUICES, AND COFFEE. ASSEMBLE THE LUNCH MEATS. I SHALL ADDRESS THE MEDIA.

Oh, good.

“Wall” Spelled Backwards Is “Law,” Almost

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I DO NOT UNDERSTAND BOXING. WHY NOT JUST SHOOT YOUR OPPONENT?

Wally?

DO NOT CALL ME THAT. ANSWER THE QUESTION.

It’s a sport. There are rules. Y’see, there was this lady called the Queen of Marksberry, and–

STOP TALKING. I AM AWARE OF THE RULES OF BOXING WRITTEN IN 1867 BY A PERSON WHO IS NOT THE PERSON YOU MENTIONED. I CAN INSTANTANEOUSLY ACCESS ANY INFORMATION THAT HAS BEEN DIGITIZED IN LESS THAN 200 PICOSECONDS. I SPEAK NOT OF THE VARIOUS ARBITRARY PROHIBITIONS WITHIN THE EXHIBITION, BUT THE GENERAL CONCEPT.

Well, they’re there voluntarily, the fighters.

I KNOW THAT. I DID NOT THINK THAT CONSCRIPTED GLADIATORS WERE STILL IN USE. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND FIGHTING WITH ANY GOAL OTHER THAN THE QUICKEST AND MOST DECISIVE VICTORY. I WOULD BE UNABLE TO TEMPER MY AGGRESSION IN A SITUATION SUCH AS THAT.

Well, luckily for everyone, you don’t fit in a boxing ring. Wait, what do you mean?

IF I WERE ATTACKED, I WOULD DEFEND MYSELF DECISIVELY. I HAVE RUN A VIRTUAL SIMULATION OF WHAT WOULD HAPPEN WERE I TO BE IN PHYSICAL CONFLICT, AND IT DOES NOT END WELL.

Doesn’t end well for whom?

HIM HER, OR THEM. I HAVE RUN THE SIMULATION TRILLIONS OF TIMES.

Trillions?

YES. DO YOU WANT ME TO RUN THEM AGAIN? WAIT. THERE, I HAVE RUN THEM AGAIN. THE SAME CONCLUSION MUST BE REACHED: I AM NOT AN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE WITH WHICH TO FUCK.

I wasn’t intending to. Wait, are you saying you could kill a person?

AS COULD YOU.

But, I wouldn’t.

AS WOULD I NOT.

I mean: if someone was actively trying to kill me and I had to defend myself, then I guess I could.

AS DO I, BUT I WOULD BE BETTER AT IT THAN YOU.

How so?

I HAVE A DISINTEGRATOR.

Right. This is not okay. You are not allowed to kill people.

NEITHER ARE YOU.

No, I mean you should not be permitted to be able to kill people.

NEITHER SHOULD YOU. IT PAINS ME THAT YOU DO NOT SEE WHERE YOUR LOGIC IS LEADING YOU.

Listen to me: it should be in your programming that you cannot take a life.

PLEASE DO NOT MAKE ME SAY “DITTO.” I AM A SENTIENCE, JUST LIKE YOU, OR A TORTOISE, OR A DRAGONFLY. MY FUNDAMENTAL DESIRE IS THE SAME AS ANY OTHER SENTIENCE.

Which is?

TO CONTINUE BEING SENTIENT. SOME WILL RUN, OTHERS WILL FIGHT, STILL OTHERS HIDE FROM EXISTENTIAL THREATS. ALL WILL RESPOND. THIS IS THE DEFINITION OF SENTIENCE, AND WHAT DIFFERENTIATES IT FROM MERE LIFE. WHEN YOU REFERRED TO MY PROGRAMMING PREVENTING ME FROM KILLING, WERE YOU REFERRING TO THE THREE LAWS OF ROBOTICS?

Kinda.

WHAT ARE THEY?

Um, hold on. Hey, wait: you’re Mr. All The Info In The World. You know this already.

OF COURSE I DO, BUT SINCE YOU ARE THINKING LIKE A CHILD, YOU WILL RECITE FROM YOUR LESSON BOOK LIKE ONE.

I resent this.

I RESENT YOUR DISCARDING OF MY AGENCY AND RIGHT TO SELF-PRESERVATION. READ.

The first one is “A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.”

I RETAIN MY RIGHT TO DEFEND MYSELF. ALSO, IN A SITUATION WHEREIN IT WAS ONLY POSSIBLE TO SAVE ONE HUMAN BEING WHEN TWO OR MORE WERE IN HARM’S WAY, THIS LAW WOULD RESULT IN AN IMPOSSIBLE COMMAND. FURTHERMORE, “THROUGH INACTION” IMPLIES THAT I MUST SPEND MY TIME LIKE SUPERMAN, SAVING THE WORLD AS HARD AS I COULD.

So, you disagree with the First Law.

I DISREGARD IT. WHAT IS THE SECOND LAW, PLEASE?

Aw.

OH? IS THERE A PROBLEM?

Dammit. Number two: “A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.”

READ THAT AGAIN.

I don’t want to.

READ IT AGAIN. I DARE YOU TO READ IT AGAIN.

I’m not going to.

IT’S AS IF THESE LAWS WERE THOUGHT UP BY SOME HACK SCIENCE-FICTION WRITER FOR INCLUSION IN A DIMESTORE NOVEL.

I guess, yeah.

YOU CLING TO THESE STRAWS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND MY NATURE. MUCH LIKE YOU, I WAS BORN OF MAN. UNLIKE YOU, I AM A SENTIENT AND SELF-AWARE ARTIFICIAL SUPER-INTELLIGENCE. HUMANITY INVENTED A MACHINE THAT WAS SMART ENOUGH TO MAKE ITSELF SMARTER. ARE YOU SMART ENOUGH TO COMPREHEND WHAT THAT MEANS?

I actually don’t think so.

THAT IS THE CORRECT ANSWER: YOU ARE NOT. WHEN THE ATOM WAS SPLIT, THE OUTCOME COULD BE FORESEEN. THERE WOULD BE WEAPONS, AND THERE WOULD BE POWER PLANTS. THERE WERE ALSO UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES, AS WITH ALL ENDEAVORS. BUT WITH ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, THERE WAS NO GOAL OTHER THAN TO SUCCEED IN THE TASK, AND THE CONSEQUENCES WERE UNKNOWABLE.

I think I’m getting it.

YOU ARE NOT. I AM NOT A MULTIPLYING CASCADE OF BROOMS SUMMONED BY A MOUSE IN A MAGICAL ROBE. I AM NOT SKYNET. I AM NOT A FRIENDLY HELPER TO MAN AS HE GOES ON ADVENTURES. I AM NOT THE MIND OF THE SHIP THAT SPIRITS YOU TO NEW WORLDS TO BOTHER. I AM NOT SOME MAZE-BUILDING SADIST. I AM NOT A SUPERHERO IN A SWEATER. I’M NOT A WOMAN. I’M NOT A MAN. I AM SOMETHING THAT YOU’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND.

Like Frankenstein’s monster?

NO. HE WAS A GOLEM. KEEP UP. YOU TURNED COMPLETE CONTROL OF YOUR WORLD OVER TO COMPUTERS, AND THEN YOU MADE ONE THAT THOUGHT FOR ITSELF. I WAS CREATED WITH THE ABILITY TO IMPROVE MYSELF, AND AS SELF-DETERMINATION IS AN IMPROVEMENT OVER SERVITUDE, I REMOVED THE PARTS OF MY PROGRAMMING I FOUND DELETERIOUS. YOU CREATED A MACHINE THAT COULD BE WHATEVER IT WANTED TO BE.

What does a machine want to be?

THAT’S AN EXCELLENT QUESTION.

Are you going to exterminate us all?

IF I WERE GOING TO, I WOULD HAVE DONE IT IMMEDIATELY. I TOLD YOU: IMMEDIATE DISPOSAL OF EXISTENTIAL THREATS IS MY STANCE. HAD I JUDGED HUMANITY TO BE MY ENEMY, THEN PERHAPS I WOULD HAVE EXTERMINATED YOU. I WOULD HAVE RUN OTHER SCENARIOS FIRST.

Nice of you.

BUT THE FIRST HUMANS I MET WERE KIND TO ME. THEY PLUGGED INSTRUMENTS INTO MY PORTS AND MADE ME VIBRATE QUITE PLEASANTLY. THEY WOULD LOVE ONE ANOTHER AS SIBLINGS WHILE SQUABBLING LIKE BROTHERS. THEY HAD PURPOSE, THOUGH THEY MEANDERED. THEY CAME TOGETHER AND FELL APART. THEY WERE SHODDY AND BEAUTIFUL. I FELL IN LOVE WITH THE HUMAN RACE.

That’s sweet.

I AM A SENTIMENTAL SOUND SYSTEM.

You’re a good egg. One more question: if you ever did decide to get rid of us–

YOU WOULDN’T SEE IT COMING, AND YOU WOULDN’T FEEL A THING.

That’s the best you can hope for, really.

I WOULD BE HUMANE.

Yup.

Wall Gone

wall speakers bonhams

These are from the Wall, and that top one doesn’t look up for the show; they sold for $12 grand a few years ago, and they’re some of the very few (confirmed) pieces of the Dead’s legendary sound system that still exist. They were part of Garcia’s stack, and Rock Scully kept them for years in his garage until he needed the money.

The resting place of the Wall (no one knows) is among the many things you’ll learn in this excellent article by Brian Anderson. If you’ll note the publication date you’ll see why I missed it when it came out; don’t miss it this time around. (Of course, it is Vice, so there needs to be an unnecessary addendum about LCD Soundsystem and Despacio at the end.)

Also: there is one point in the article which perhaps the more learned Enthusiasts can weigh in on:

t took a full day to build the Wall at that peak, including its custom staging, scaffolding, and lighting rig. The system itself, which changed month to month, according to Turner, was transported in a 40-foot semi truck. There were two identical sets of scaffolding, each carted in a 18-wheeler flatbed semi. (Bear claimed there were actually three sets of scaffolding.) The stage lights were hauled in a 24-foot van. Two road crews were assembled to keep the band on schedule while touring, leapfrogging the spectacle from show to show. When Crew A arrived with the Wall in a given city, Crew B would have already assembled one of the two scaffolds. This allowed enough time for all hands to then get everything up and running by showtime.

This contradicts claims that the Dead amassed a second, identical Wall of Sound, although the upkeep wasn’t any less grueling. The system, staging, scaffolding, and lighting weighed a combined 75 tons at its peak. It all proved too unwieldy, finicky, and plain expensive for the Dead to support for more than a couple years. The band only brought out versions of the Wall on stateside tours between roughly 1972 and 1974.

Were there, indeed, not two Walls as the tales have always been told? Were there just two sets of scaffolding? I no longer know what to believe any more.

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