Carbide Tipped Pens Part 16

She shrugged. "They gave it me."

"Very generous."

"I was in konn trials. They are kind to some of us."

Kind if you are a prize subject, I imagined. "I heard that you were very accomplished."

"The SanJi man. He talks a lot."

"He was very complimentary."

"He wants konn. Does not know how to get it."

"There are few who can do it well," I said to be saying something and not knowing where to go with this.

"I am one such."

"So I hear."

"And I choose my communion."

I had not heard that term used about konn but the religious element made sense. "I suppose that's what we all want, madam. Deep connection."

"It is not for s.e.x."

"I suppose not."

"You say you are doing neurological net research and yet have not experienced this?"

I shrugged, unsure what to say. Embarra.s.sed, too.

"I will think on it." She got up and walked away without another word. The fox glanced at me uncertainly and then hurried to catch up. When she turned to see if I was watching I quickly looked away.

On a slow day, we process about twelve thousand thoughts. Thinking fast and hard, that number can climb to fifty or sixty thousand. But then most minds need to rest.

Many labs in Biopolis study the intricate neural webs that make all this happen. I had built a simulation of human memory that attracted considerable interest but I felt I didn't understand memory well. No one did. My model was a pleasant toy but it could not approach the basic problem.

"Don't think about it too much," SanJi said to me as he sipped a Singapore sling in a downtown bar. Warm breezes wafted by, scented with honey. "Let your intuition work on it."

I was sticking to tea for now. "I can simulate neural sorting methods and match them with lab experiments, fine. But that's just the conscious work. Our brains send us about eleven million bits of data a second, while we can consciously deal with maybe fifty a second. We're aware of maybe five percent of what we're thinking about, tops."

"Sure, the other ninety-five percent gets worked over out of view. We run on a stripped-down simple model of what's really happening."

"Which means a real human-level artificial mind is impossible."

SanJi shook his head. "Maybe not. We can run a model of the unconscious in background, though. We're the sum of conscious and mostly unconscious processes. The only direct way into the unconscious is a konn. They're rare. We don't even know why, but they are."

SanJi worked in the rather vague area of konn technology and he talked about it for a while as I tried to follow. It was not my field and like many tech types SanJi would lapse into jargon or details when what I wanted to know was the basic mechanism. I finally said, "Dreams, isn't it?"

"We don't really know much, but in a way, yes. That's why n.o.body can konn except when both are asleep."

"Amazing it took us so long to think of studying people linked while sleeping."

"But what you see on konn isn't dreams. It's the other unconscious mind at work. There's a sensation of past events called up and reviewed, usually with images. Bland stuff, really. Most is just people talking to the subject-you're always in the viewpoint of your konn partner, of course."

"Nothing juicy?"

"Oh, s.e.x? Some of that. But realize how much of your day is about having s.e.x." He laughed and ordered another sling, eyeing the waitress in her sarong. "I don't mean thinking about it-that's a lot, right? There's plenty more of that than the real thing. Turns out, when you're asleep there's even more."

This wasn't really a revelation but I wanted to find out about the lady with the fox so I listened to him go on about theory. Imagination is fine but experience is better, my thesis professor had said. "So how do you know this?" I cut in.

"I am about to make a konn. My own." He said this almost sheepishly.

"Oh really? With Aliim?"

He jerked and nearly spilled his drink on his crisp white pants. "You ... know her."

"Not as well as you do, apparently."

"She is said to be the best."

"I admire your ability to make a konn with her."

"I have grant support."

"Even better. You do not need to use other things."

He looked at me sharply. "What other things?"

"There are many temptations in the world."

"What do you mean?"

I was getting tired of this but said, "She must live somehow. And it is not as if there is s.e.x involved."

"Of course not."

"Then it is perfectly fine," I said with a smile. "An experiment."

I spent some time then with a woman field biologist who was quite entrancing, and so for a week or two forgot about the lady and how SanJi wanted to know her so much. I did recall from earlier talks that SanJi could not really konn with his wife.

SanJi had tried to demonstrate his love for his wife in the usual way men did. Then he got the idea that with a link and konn it would be even greater. He talked about it with some of us. The zest of the new and the strange had come into him.

When it failed a kind of light went out in him, I could see. He did not speak of it but I could see when it was there no more.

That was when the technology was new and everybody thought it would sweep the world. As it turned out there were many mismatches in the neural patterns, which meant most of the time you got nothing from going into the chamber and falling asleep while linked to another on the konn tech. There was a brain-derived neurotrophic factor that stopped the melding going forward. Most often you just got a headache.

Then I ran into him at a reception for the Chinese investor who was dropping a billion dollars into Biopolis. I was not in line to get any support from it but SanJi was and he beamed with a fixed grin. I had a gin and tonic and he a Singapore sling again. The party was in an ample garden rich in tropical plants that added a fragrant flavor to the usual mutter of party talk. That and the crunchy sweet and salted insect finger food.

"How's your research going?" I said while glancing at his wife. She had beautiful deep eyes and a gla.s.sy look, too.

"Very well, very deep. I am getting great results. Detailed. Topographic."

I wondered what that might mean and then saw the lady with the fox. The tiny dancing fox was entertaining a crowd of Chinese who were not good at holding their booze. They laughed with chattering delight at the fox that danced on hind legs and juggled the ping-pong ball. It said in its whispery bark, "Great! Grr! Good! Grrr! You fine!"

They were all busy being amused so I went away to talk to a lab director and get some networking done. An hour later I came drifting back through that part of the garden and saw she was alone. The fox looked tired as it lapped a sugary bowl of something.

"How'd the show go?" I used as an opener.

"I do not know your meaning?"

"You've been quite the object of interest for a while now. SanJi is doing solid research with you, he says." He had said no such thing but his wife had made him leave the party earlier so I knew this lady Aliim could not check on this. Quite probably none of us would recollect our conversations in the morning.

"I have collaborated with him, yes." Guarded eyes.

"I envy his access."

"Do you? Yet you have never broached the subject with me."

I tried not to blink or show surprise. "My research-"

"Could be actually in this area." She gave me a hard stern level look and waited.

"I would need to have proper controls."

She knew I was stalling. "Of course."

"And I would need compensation."

"Of course."

"I a.s.sume we are not speaking of my mathematical abilities but of the konn."

I said I had forgotten that she did some sort of mathematics.

"It is my outstanding ability actually."

"My outstanding talent is modesty."

She chuckled and I felt we had negotiated something here so I said, "Yes, it is the konn I want."

"It requires some preparation on my part."

"Then would you be willing...?"

She said nothing, just smiled. A slow sliding smile.

SanJi said he did not mind if I worked with her, too. "Remember that she is a mathematician. In my exposure-I do not think 'experience' is the right word, for it is like basking in the sun-that informs her unconscious organization."

"Is she noted for her originality?"

"Somewhat. Mostly she works in knot theory and combinatorics. Or she says so. I think she knows more about neural nets than knots."

I knew none of those fields but her laconic conversations did hint at a severity of view. "What are her k-fibers like?"

SanJi took a while to answer. He and I worked within the current view of a mind as a society of agents. This was not the consequence of some basic principle or some simple formal system. Different agents can be based on different types of processes with different purposes, ways of representing knowledge, and methods for producing results. As the founder of this approach, Marvin Minsky had said, intelligence stems from our vast diversity, not from any single, perfect principle. But you had to know the parts well.

SanJi said, "I didn't find k-fibers at all. It's more like an ... exposure. With no map."

His eyes flickered several times and he looked out the window of his office where we were having coffee. A tropical storm was heaving in off the speckled sea and lightning forked down in big yellow strokes beneath purple clouds.

The flicker was a tell I had learned from watching him over the years. It meant a censor k-fiber was preventing an idea from coming to his conscious mind. Just briefly I saw what his unconscious was doing without his knowing it. Our jargon means that a knowledge-fiber records what resources his mind used to solve a problem. Calling up that fiber of connections means he could use them again to solve some similar problems. Or the k-fiber can decide to suppress conscious access.

"Then it has no trouble detector?" I said to jar him a little. As we thought of it, a suppressor prevents a dangerous act. A trouble detector was a higher level knowledge-fiber that looked at other higher-level k-fibers and warded off conflicts the unconscious didn't want to deal with. Or didn't want the conscious mind to know.

"I suppose not. That's why dreams are so gaudy."

"Sure, they violate social norms. It's their job."

SanJi looked worried by this and his brow furrowed. He watched the storm and jerked when a lightning flash cast searing light into the office.

I decided to press him harder. "Does it have agents that can easily switch between representations?"

"I ... don't know. It's hard to describe seeing it, feeling it."

"Why? Is it murky?"

"It's not like seeing something. Being in konn is ... well, thinking things only they aren't your thoughts."

"You don't control them?"

"You can't. I tried."

"So a k-fiber turns on a particular set of agents? Then it runs and-"

"They run in the background. They can't be bothered by the conscious mind intruding. Something blocks that."

"What's it feel like?"

"I was outside her mind but in it in ... well, a different way. I could experience chunks of reasoning going by. Bits of language. Memory flashes. It was powerful, I can tell you that. And fast."

We called them k-fibers because they turn on sets of agents and can cause a cascade of effects within a mind. "You felt emotions come in?"