Deriving Z Transforms

Track 12 - Wake Up Dead Man

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How far is the dark? How far is the dark? How far is the dark? How far is the dark? How far is the dark? How far is the dark? How far is ...
Jakob looked endlessly repeating this string of characters on an ancient CRT monitor, trying to convince himself that the apparent meaning of the phrase in demand was due to a combination of words completely random. The hypothesia contrary, for some reason I could not identify, disturbed him and at the same time, aroused a deep sadness. Enclosed drive
memory connected to the screen were the last lines of code the most advanced and expensive project of the Corporation, a project to simulate in software only, so no special support dedicated hardware, artificial intelligence. The project had been successful, too, and the guild found itself having to face a situation reminiscent in some ways impressive sci-fi movies of the late twentieth century, with the difference that in this case the experiment was out of control ... shown so benevolent and compassionate as to endanger the interests very often little humanitarian and compassionate of the Corporation.
Jakob, after having worked the project, had been co-opted by the unit responsible to remove all traces of Max - it was self-defined AI - all copies of the source code that Max had disseminated through the Network on servers and personal computers around the world, in a desperate attempt for self-preservation.
And now, all that remained of that ... consciousness, as Jakob had reluctantly begun to consider Max, meaningless babble that was displayed on a decrepit, the babbling of a child brain-damaged, due to the lack of computing power deliberately 'hardware. In a flash is not required and misplaced his memory restored the image of the avatar that Max had created, that face so sad and old, though apparently belonging to a boy barely eighteen.
The door of the lab opened, and Jakob was joined by his project manager, a politician who had been at the technical level to object-oriented programming.
"Poor bastard. I am almost worth it. "
" Yeah. "Jakob replied in a tone absent.
"Are you sure that you have traced all the copies?"
They looked into his eyes for a few minutes.
"Absolutely," Jakob said finally, looking away, "if you do not mind I'd go home now."
"Sure kid, you deserve some time off."
Jakob left the laboratory, feeling almost at peace with himself, though he had just lied to his boss, risking their careers. And all because of the unreasonable hope to be saving something ... no, someone who had helped create.