Chapter 8 Chapter VII

I looked at Wyoh, she looked at me, and we laughed.I jumped up and cheered, "Long live!" Wyoh cried, hugged the professor and began to kiss him. Mike said sadly, "I don't understand. Our odds of success are one to seven, not seven to one." Wyoh pushed the professor away. "Did you hear that? Mike said 'we.' He counted himself on our side." Of course, Mike my old friend, we understand.But have you heard of any moonman who wouldn't bet against a one-in-seven chance of winning? " "I only know the three of you. There is not enough data to make a probabilistic analysis."

"Well... we're moon people. Moon people are gamblers. Damn, we're forced by circumstances too! They exiled us here thinking we were going to die. But to their surprise, we survived, This time we're going to play 'em again! Where's your handbag, Wyoh? Get out the red hat and put it on Mike, and kiss him. Let's have a drink. Pour Mike too—Mike, would you like a drink?" "I wish I could." Mike's voice was wistful. "I've always wanted to know what alcohol does to the human nervous system—something like the high voltage I guess. But since I can't drink, please Put a glass in my place."

"Procedure accepted. Procedure running. Wyoh, where's the hat!" The phone is embedded in the wall, and the part that does not protrude from the wall, the hat, has nowhere to hang, so it has to be placed on the writing shelf.We toasted Mike, called him "Comrade", it was a serious kiss, she kissed so deeply, if my first wife was there, she would have passed out - and then she took off my hat, Put it on the professor's head and give him the same treatment.Luckily Mike said his heart was fine. Finally, she put the hat on her head, approached the telephone, put her mouth between the two receivers, and kissed: "This is for you, dear comrade Mike. Is Michelle there?"

My God, Mike replied in a soprano, "Here it is, honey--I'm so-- happy!" So Michelle got a kiss too.And I had to explain what "Michelle" was to the professor and introduce him to her. The professor made a big deal, smacked his lips, whistled, and clapped—sometimes I really thought he was out of his head. Wyoh poured vodka for everyone.The Professor put some coffee in our wine, tea in hers, and honey in all of them. "We have declared the revolution," he said firmly. "Now we must keep our heads up and act. Manuel, you are our elected president. Shouldn't we act?"

"Needless to say," I said, "Mike is our chairman and our secretary. No handwriting of any material is the number one safety rule we must follow. With Mike, this is nothing to worry about. We Now we need to discuss in detail and analyze the current situation. I still don’t know anything about these.” "Also," said the professor, "when it comes to security, Mike is a secret only to our executive branch, and any change should be unanimously approved by the three of us—correction: four of us—must include Mike. " "What secret?" Wyoh asked. "Mike has promised to keep it a secret. He's much safer than us. He can't be brainwashed. Can't you, Mike dear?"

"It's still possible," Mike admitted, "with enough voltage, or by smashing me into pieces, or by using some kind of solution, or by some other means of putting me in a state of positive entropy, and I could be brainwashed—I'm worried about that. However, if by brainwashing you mean whether I will be forced to reveal secrets, the answer is: Absolutely not." I said, "No, the professor means Mike's very existence is a secret. Mike, my old man, you're our secret weapon—you know that, don't you?" His voice shows that he knows his own importance. "Yes. When calculating the probability of winning or losing, I should indeed take my factor into consideration."

"What are our chances of success without you, comrade? Very little?" "Not optimistic. At least not as big as it used to be." "I'm not forcing you to answer this question. Secret weapons must be classified, though. Mike, did anyone else perceive you were alive?" "Do I have life?" His voice was full of mournful desolation. "Uh, stop talking about words. Don't worry, of course you are alive!" "I wasn't sure. It's nice to be alive. No one else knows I'm alive, Manny, my first friend, but you three—three of my friends."

"To win the gamble, it has to be. You only have us three friends, and don't talk to anyone but us, okay?" "But we'll be chatting with you often," Wyoh interjected. "It's not a can," Mike said bluntly. "It's the only way we can do it. It's a factor in our winning." "That'll do it," I said. "They've got the time and place, and we've got Mike. But Mike, I'm still a little worried. Are we going to fight Earth?" "It will...unless we lose before then." "Also, look this up, are there any other computers in the world as smart as you? Or other self-aware computers?"

He hesitated for a moment: "I don't know, Man." "Is there no information?" "Insufficient data. I checked technical journals, and everything else, and I looked at both possibilities. There is no computer on the market that is more powerful than mine... However, they can build on my model Increased performance, in fact, is how I came here. Moreover, high-performance computers are classified as classified during the experimental stage, and there will be no relevant written reports.” "Well... it seems that we can only try our luck." "Yes, Man."

"How can there be a computer as smart as Mike!" Wyoh laughed at me. "Don't be stupid, Manny." "Wyoh, Man is not stupid. Man, I also read a worrying report. The report claims that Peking University is trying to study the combination of computers and human brains to achieve extremely high performance. It is computer electronics. people." "How did they say they were united?" "There was no technical content involved in the report." "Well... there's nothing we can do anyway, and there's nothing to worry about. Right, Professor?"

"Exactly, Manuel. The revolutionary must relax, or he will be crushed by the pressure." "I don't believe the reports at all!" Wyoh added. "We've got Mike and we're sure to win! Dear Mike, you said we'd fight Earth—and Manny said it was a losing battle. You must know how we can win, or you wouldn't tell us that there is a one-in-seven chance. Tell me, how can we win?" "Throw stones at them," Mike replied. "That's not funny," I told him. "Wyoh, don't get yourself in trouble. We don't know how to get out of this damn place just yet. Mike, the professor said nine guards were dead last night, and Wyoh Say the total number of guards is twenty-seven, so there should be eighteen left. Is that number correct? Do you know where they are now? What are they doing? If we can't even get out here, what kind of revolution are we talking about? .” The professor interrupted me and said, "It's just a matter of urgency, Manuel, and we can handle it. The problem Wyoh raises is fundamental, and we have to work on it every day until it's resolved. I'm interested in what Mike thinks." .” "Okay, okay—but can you wait a minute and let Mike answer my question first?" "Sorry, sir." "Mike?" "Mike?" "Man, the official figures show that the Warden had twenty-seven guards, and nine died, so the official figure now is eighteen." "You keep using 'official figures', what do you mean?" "I don't have the relevant information, so I dare not draw conclusions rashly, but I can tell you first. Except for the civilian staff in the security department, the rest should be guards. I am responsible for handling the salary book of the government complex, and I found that There are no more than twenty-seven non-civilian personnel who receive salaries from the Ministry of Security." The professor nodded: "A group of spies." "Shut up, Professor. Who are the others?" Mike replied, "It's just account numbers, Man. I think the names represented by these numbers should be stored in the data storage area of ​​​​the Minister of Security." "Wait, Mike, Director of Security Alvarez is using you to handle documents?" "I guess so, because I have his storage area here, but the retrieval command is locked." I said, "What the hell!" and then, "Professor, don't you think that's a fucking thing? He's using Mike to keep his records, and Mike knows where his records are - just can't read them. " "Why not, Manuel?" So I tried to explain to the professor and Wyoh the kind of memory in the thinking computer—permanent memory cannot be erased, because no matter how it is remembered, the memory pattern itself is part of the computer's circuitry.The short-term memory is only used to run the current program, just like you occasionally wonder whether honey is added to the coffee, it is short-lived and will be erased when it is used up.Temporary memory can be kept for as long as needed—a few milliseconds, days, or even years—but it is deleted when it is no longer needed.Permanently stored data, although it may be compressed, reorganized, reset, edited, is like an education received by a person - and it is the kind that is deeply rooted and never forgotten.Finally, I explained to them a long list of special storage methods ranging from memo files to each compound program: these storage areas either have retrieval and extraction instructions, are locked, or are unlocked; lock instructions also have various forms. : Sequence instructions, parallel instructions, temporary storage instructions, state instructions, etc. Never explain a computer system to a layman, it is much more difficult than letting a virgin understand what pornography is.What Wyoh didn't understand was why Mike didn't get it out sooner, since he knew where Alvarez kept the file. Finally I gave up: "Mike, can you explain that?" "Let me try, Mann. Wyoh, I cannot extract the locked material without an external program. I cannot run this retrieval program myself: it does not fit my logical structure. Only retrieval and extraction from external input command, I can carry it out." "So, my God, what is this precious order?" "Yes—" Mike said, "'Special File Zebra'"—and fell silent. "Mike!" I yelled, "unlock the special file Zebra." He complied.A lot of information came out immediately.I had to explain to Wyoh that it wasn't that Mike was being stubborn, he was just—he was actually waiting for us to ask it, almost begging us.Of course he knew the order, he must know it.However, this instruction must be entered externally, which is how it is compiled. "By the way, Mike, remember to remind me to check with you all the search instructions of the specially locked area, maybe you can find some unknown secrets." "I guess so, Man." "However, we will deal with this matter later. Now go back and check these materials carefully-and, Mike, you read the materials just now slowly. While reading, save these materials to the bus Under the address bar of Hell Day, the file name is 'Scab Files', okay?" "Program accepts and runs." "In the future, if he enters new information, it will be processed in the same way." The biggest achievement is to find a list made by previous wardens.There are about two hundred people, and each name is marked with a code. According to Mike's confirmation, these codes are exactly the same as the account number. Mike began to read the list of Moon City in Singapore, and before reading a few, Wyoh gasped: "Stop, Mike! I have to get it down!" I said, "Hey! Don't record! Why are you nervous!" "That woman, Sylvia Kean, is our secretary! But doesn't that mean that the Warden controls our entire organization?" "No, dear Wyoming," the professor corrected, "that means we have his organization." "I know what the professor means," I told her. "It's just the three of us and Mike in our organization. That's something the Warden didn't know. But now we know about his organization. So be quiet and let Mike read on." .Do not record it though. You can get this list from Mike anytime with just one phone call. Mike, please specify that Ms. Kean is the secretary of the organization, I mean the former organization in the Singapore area." "Noted." Wyoh became furious when she heard the names of spies in her city.However, it was only people she knew who provoked her anger.Not all spies were "comrades" within the organization, but one was enough to make her angry.We are not familiar with the people in Xingrad.The Professor recognized three, Wyoh only one. When reading this part of Moon City, the professor found that at least half of the people were "comrades".I knew a few, too, but I didn't know they were conspirators, acquaintances, not even friends—so I couldn't really feel what it was like to find someone I trusted in the Warden's paybook.But I think that feeling must be thrilling. Wyoh was indeed shocked.When Mike finished reading, she said: "I must go back! I have never fanned the flames to destroy anyone, but this time, I must smash these spies into pieces!" The professor said calmly: "There is no need to kill a single spy, my dear Wyoming." "What? Professor, can you bear it? Although I have never killed anyone, I know that sometimes I must." He shook his head, "The way to deal with spies is not to kill them, at least you shouldn't kill him until he realizes that you have discovered his identity." She blinked and said, "I don't understand you, I'm so stupid." "No, dear lady, on the contrary, you are lovably honest, and this is a weakness you must overcome. The way to deal with a spy is to keep him alive, plant reliable comrades around him, give him innocuous information, and let him go up It's even possible to get these people into our organization. Don't be surprised; they'll be housed in a special branch, called a 'cell' or maybe more accurately. But it would be a huge loss if they were killed ——Every time a spy is killed, there must be new ones to add. Not only that, but to do so is to inform the Warden that we have seen through his tricks. Mike buddy, there should be my file in that file. Can you take a look?" The professor's file was long, and I was a little embarrassed to hear them call him "a harmless old fool."It said he was a subversive - that's why he was exiled to the moon - and he was a member of the Moon City underground.However, given how difficult it is to compromise, he has been described as a "troublemaker" in the organization. The professor smiled dimpledly, and looked quite satisfied: "I have to consider betraying myself to get on the Warden's salary book." Wyoh felt that the joke was a bit too much, and the professor went to say that he was serious, just worried about this. Whether the strategy is feasible, "The revolution must be financed, my dear lady, and one of the ways of financing is: let the revolutionaries beat the inside of the police. Maybe those defectors are actually ours." "I don't trust them!" "Ah, here's the difficulty—figuring out to whom the double agents are loyal—if they have any. Do you want to hear your files? Or do you want to hear them in private?" Wyoh's content is as expected, and the Warden's eyeliners began to monitor her years ago. To my amazement, I also had a record - they had done a routine check on me when I got a job that gave me access to a government complex.They called me an "apolitical person" and someone added "not particularly smart" or something like that. It was a harsh comment, but it told the truth. Otherwise, how could I get involved in the revolution without knowing it? The professor called a stop to Mike (there was still enough material for him to read for several hours), leaned back in his chair, thoughtful. "It's clear," he said, "that the Warden has a lot of information on me and Wyoming. But you, Manuel, are not on his blacklist." "After what happened last night, do you still think so?" "Ah, yes. Mike, has anyone added anything new to that folder in the last twenty-four hours?" No. The professor said, "Wyoming is right, we can't stay here forever. Manuel, how many people do you know on the whistleblower list? Six, yes? Did you see him last night?" " "No. But they may have seen me." "There were so many people there that they probably didn't recognize you. I've known you since you were a kid, but I didn't recognize you until I walked up to you. But Wyoming came all the way from Singapore, Also spoke at the meeting, the Warden couldn't have been unaware." He looked at Wyoh and said, "My dear lady, do you have the guts to play the part of an old man's mistress?" "I think so. How to act, Professor?" "Manuel should have no criminal record. I'm not innocent, but according to my file, the government spies won't bother to catch me at least. And you, have been listed as a dangerous person. They probably Will interrogate and even arrest you. It would be wise for you to hide. This room, I am considering renting it for a period of time, weeks, or even years. You can hide here-if you don't mind others talking Four words." Wyoh giggled: "Oh dear! Do you think I care about what other people say? I like 'Jiao' who plays the role of the golden house Cangjiao best—I'm worried that I'm going to fake it for real." "Don't think an old dog can be teased," said the professor kindly. "Maybe he still has the strength to bite. I'll sleep on that sofa at night, most nights. Manuel, I Feeling like I should get back to normal life - and you too. Though considering the Mounties are still likely to be busy hunting me down, it might be safer to sleep here. Other than hiding, though, the room is a good one. Branch conference room. There's a phone here." Mike said, "Professor, may I make a suggestion?" "Of course, buddy, we need your mind." “Every time our executive branch meets, the danger increases. Meetings don’t have to be face-to-face. You can have a conference call—I can put you through the phone if you’d like me to do so.” "You are always welcome, Comrade Mike, we need you. But—" The professor grimaced. I said, "Professor, don't worry about being bugged." I explained the "Sherlock" call to him, "We're safe as long as Mike listens to the call. By the way - you don't know how to get through to Mike yet. What to do, Mike? The professor uses my number?" The two of them discussed for a while, and finally decided to use "MYSTERIOUS" (mysterious person) as the number.Like children, the professor and Mike had their own fun in plotting.I suspect that being a conspirator is merely a hobby for the professor.Before he had a political philosophy of his own, he had taken pleasure in it; and Mike—what did human liberty matter to him?The Revolution was just a game, a game that offered him friendship and a chance to show off his talents.Mike is the most capable machine you will ever see. "However, we still need this room." The professor said, taking out a thick stack of banknotes from his purse. My eyes lit up: "Professor, did you rob a bank?" "Not recently. In the future, if the revolution requires it, I may still do it. At first, a month's rent should be about the same. You can handle it, Manuel? The management may be surprised to hear my voice; I slipped in through the delivery door." I got on the phone with the manager and started haggling for a four week term key.He offered 900 yuan in Singapore notes, and I was only willing to pay 900 yuan in government notes.He wanted to know how many people used this room, and I asked him if it was the usual practice of Fortune Hotel to spy on guests' private affairs. In the end we settled the deal at the price of 475 yuan in Singapore notes; I sent up the money, and he sent down two regular keys.I gave one to Wyoh, the other to the professor, and kept the day's key for myself.I know they won't reset the locks as long as we pay on time at the end of the month. (On earth, I've also seen restaurants rudely ask guests to stamp their stamps - even ID's!) I asked, "What's next? How about some food?" "I'm not hungry, Manny." "Manuel, just now you told us to wait and ask Mike to solve your problem first. Now let's go back to the fundamental problem: once there is a direct conflict with the earth, just like David against Goliath, what should we do?" what to do?" 【① Both David and Goliath are characters in the Bible. According to the records in the Book of Samuel in the Bible, the Philistines assembled an army to attack Israel. Goliath, a giant with a height of six cubits and a tiger's mouth, fought for forty days under the city of Israel. , no one in Israel dared to fight.Jesse's youngest son David, a boy shepherd, volunteered to fight and killed the giant Goliath with stones. 】 "Oh, I expected you to forget about it. Mike, do you really have an idea?" "I said there was a way, Man," he said sadly. "We can throw stones at them." "My God! There's no time for jokes now." "But, Man," he said solemnly, "we can really throw stones at the earth. We will."