His voice was slurred from the effort of concentrating over Scrupilo's thoughts. "When you touch the four/three square and say --" he made the alien sounds; they were all very easy to do "-- the screen shows a collection of pictures. They seem to match the squares. I think we ... we are being given choices." Hm. "The box could end up training us." If this is a machine, we need some new definitions. "... Very well, let's play with it." Three hours passed. Toward the end, even Vendacious had moved a member nearer the screen; the noise in the room verged on mindless chaos. And everybody had suggestions; "say that", "press this", "last time it said that, we did thus and so". There were intricate colored designs, sprinkled with things that must have been written language. Tiny, two-legged figures scampered across the screen, shifting the symbols, opening little windows.... Scriber Jaqueramaphan's idea was quite right. The first pictures were choices. But some of those led to further pictures of choices. The options spread out -- tree-like,
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新建 文本文档 (63), those packs were bigger than anything in the world, even in the tropics.... And maybe the question was irrelevant; the cities were beyond anything she ever imagined. Finally Jaqueramaphan backed off. He huddled together. There was a shiver in his voice. "T-there's a whole universe in there. We could follow it forever, and never know...." She looked at the other two. For once, Vendacious had lost his smugness. There were ink stains on all his lips. The writing benches around him were littered with dozens of sketches, some clearer than others. He dropped the pen, and gasped. "I say we take what we have and study it." He began gathering the sketches, piling them into a neat stack. "Tomorrow, after a good sleep, our heads will be clear and --" Scrupilo dropped back and stretched. His eyes had excited red rims. "Fine. But leave the sketches, friend Vendacious." He jabbed at the drawings. "See that one and that? It's clear that our blundering gets us plenty of empty results. Sometimes the picture box just locks us out,
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