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Peter Watts 109 Blindsight
potential."
"I'm muscle. Shouldn't you be simplifying Jukka or Isaac"
"That's exactly what I'm doing."
She looked at me.
"You interact," I said. "Every component of the system affects
every other. Processing Sarasti without factoring you in would be
like trying to calculate acceleration while ignoring mass."
She turned back to her brood. Another robot passed muster.
She didn't hate me. What she hated was what my presence
implied.
They don't trust us to speak for ourselves, she wouldn't say. No
matter how qualified we are, no matter how far ahead of the pack.
Maybe even because of that. We're contaminated. We're
subjective. So they send Siri Keeton to tell them what we really
mean.
"I get it," I said after a moment.
"Do you."
"It's not about trust, Major. It's about location. Nobody gets a
good view of a system from the inside, no matter who they are.
The view's distorted."
"And yours isn't."
"I'm outside the system."
"You're interacting with me now."
"As an observer only. Perfection's unattainable but it isn't
unapproachable, you know I don't play a role in decision-making
or research, I don't interfere in any aspect of the mission that I'm
assigned to study. But of course I ask questions. The more
information I have, the better my analysis."
"I thought you didn't have to ask. I thought you guys could just,
read the signs or something."
"Every bit helps. It all goes into the mix."
"You doing it now Synthesizing"
I nodded.
"And you do this without any specialized knowledge at all."
"I'm as much of a specialist as you. I specialize in processing
informational topologies."
"Without understanding their content."