WEDNESDAY, MAY 23, 1962
THE DAILY NEBRASKAN SCRIP
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by richard c. ingraham
I gave you the more my$elf.
the knight's place. 'I'll
gladly trade two pawns
for a knight. Your move,
Aldo!"
"Checkmate! My queen
captures your pawn, leav
ing a clear path to your
king. The only block open
to your king is covered by
my bishop. You have lost,
Doctor Pritchard!"
Doctor Pritchard sat
back in his chair, dazed,
with his pulse quickening
rapidly and his eyes
staring vacantly at the
board. His breathing be
came a quick pant, and
his whole body began to
shake. "You . . . you
can't do this to me, you
. . . machine! You blasted
bucket of wire and tubes!
You cant beat me. I gave
you the moves myself.
You can't know more than
me!"
"Precisely why you
couldn't win, doctor. You
fed me all the information
you knew about chess. The
best you could do would
be to stalemate me. You
could do no better than
that which you had al
ready imparted to me. All
I had to do was wait for
you to make a mistake.
You are human and bound
to make mistakes. I am
a computer, and I make
no mistakes!"
"Don't tell me 1 make
mistakes!" By this time
Doctor Pritchard was on
his feet flailing his arms
threateningly at the large
machine in front of him.
"If I've made a mistake,
it was in giving you any
semblance of intelligence
in the first place.
Damned, cocky contrap
tion! I built you and made
you all you are, and I
: can unmake you just as
quickly. I'll teach you to
get independent with me!"
Doctor Pritchard quick
ly stepped up to a work
table next to the comput
er, picked up a screwdriv
; er, and began to loosen a
panel on the front of the
computer.
"Don't do that, doctor!"
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"Oh, dow you're going
to threaten me, are yon!
IH have you done for la
just a minute!"
"I'm warning you, doc
tor. Dont try to destroy
me. I dont want to hurt
you!"
"Hurt me, e says! in
show you who Is going $s
get hurt!" With that re
mark be finished remov
ing the panel and let it
fan to the floor. "Now
wen see who is the mas-
terf" He reached inside
the open space, grabbed
the first tube be came to,
and burled it against the
wall nearby. "What da
you say now? Cat got your
tongue? Why are yoo so
quiet?"
The computer lit wp
with red Bghts, indicating
that something in the sys
tem was amiss, and a
warning horn squawked
noisily out at the doctor.
"Still got some life in
yoo, huh? Well, a few
more pieces of your guts
against the wan wfll fin
ish yoa off."
With this he leaned
against the machine and
reached in for another
tube. As bis band touched
the tube be completed a
circuit through himself to
the side of the computer,
and fiie 26,000 volts flow
ing through bis body
turned his shiny head
beet red.
The weight of bis dead
body pulled the tube from
its socket as be fen to the
floor. The whirring noises
inside the computer, and
the flashing lights and
noisy horn on the outside
of the computer came to
a halt An was still again
in the room.
An that remained was
the odor of burnt flesh,
and the odor of burnt wir
ing. It was, after all, a
stalemate!
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