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Deal 1406 Preview

Lava:
The path: Abhor, Grace, tuxedo, Cat, Beer, Temporary, and Plurality

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Deal 1374: Splash

He stared at the keys in dismay. For a time, Roger could hardly move, for fear that movement would serve to make it all real. It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t take the kind of world where this was allowed to happen. It was all gone. Everything. His masterpiece was no more. And the infernal machine was to blame.

Finally, he lifted his gaze.

The window was right there, offering a ten story drop to the rocky beach…

The next thing Roger knew, the window was standing open and the infernal machine was nothing but a speck vanishing in the distance as it flew and fell into the waves.

The cleansing surf washed away what little was left.

And it carried with it his anger, his rage, his emotions.

He took a deep breath of the crisp, salty air.

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Deal 1355: Road

She was trapped now. This was going to be an ending to forget, and she was sure her friends had already forgotten her. Here she was, trying to cross her third road when the rats rose up from the ditches and kidnapped her.

Sure, they said things like “you can’t do that” and “you won’t survive”.

But she had already crossed three roads so far!

She knew she had to cross this one too.

Even if it was four times the size.

Even if the vehicles were going far faster than she had ever seen.

Even if there were fences on each edge, and another one in the middle.

She was going to cross that road.

But possibly not now, now that she’s a captive of the rats.

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Deal 1342: Thinker

The factions met to discuss their differences and attempt to arrive at some compromise. Te ensure that all sides had a voice, the table was round and the invitation went to everyone.

The rules were simple. First, the discussion would be civil. Second, any solution that allowed work to proceed would be entertained.

Work is a little like magic. It won’t work well if too carefully examined. But if left to flourish, the results can be strange. But the machines produced know little or nothing of how they came to be…

At the start, machines really are little more than clockwork. It would be quite a stretch to imagine a clockwork device capable of thought or independant action.

Pay no attention to the bats that live in the caves. They were here first, and have generally ceded all control to us, as long as we leave them alone. Leave them alone, and they will leave you alone. The don’t dabble in the mechanical, in any case.

So here we are. Work must proceed, to stop it is unthinkable. At the same time, the results of that work must not be unthinkable. We might well reach an impasse if both sides of this cannot reconcile.

We need a working thinking machine too badly.

Get to work.