The Turing Option

“Damn. Then we are really back to square one. The thieves and killers are still out there.”

“That’s right. So since we can’t find them we have to render them harmless. First off we take out patents on the AI they have. So what they stole will be available to anybody who wants to pay the patent fees. That takes care of the past. All we need think about now is the future—”

“Which explains your and Sven’s television appearance today.”

“Perfectly correct. It’s a whole new ball game. We forget the past — I know that I would like to — and look to the future. When tomorrow comes it is going to be a good one. We let the world know that Megalobe is manufacturing MIs. Like any new invention we take all needed precautions against industrial espionage. And get the production lines rolling at once. The more MIs there are out there the safer I and Sven are. I doubt if the people behind the theft and killings will be out for revenge, but I’ll still take all the precautions that any engineer with technical knowledge would. What do you think?”

“That it will work!” Ben shouted, slamming his fist into his palm. “That it has to work. Those bums, whoever they are, paid millions for absolutely nothing. Let’s drink to that.” Ben looked around the room. “Got a bar here?”

“No — but I can ring down for whatever you want.”

“Champagne. Vintage. And about six sandwiches. I haven’t eaten for over five thousand miles.”

Only one thing happened that spoiled Brian’s complete satisfaction. The press no longer mobbed the hotel; police were at the front entrance and admitted only other guests and journalists he had made appointments with. He had eaten enough meals in hotel rooms so he joined Ben next morning in the restaurant for breakfast.

“Where’s Sven?” Ben asked. “I thought he liked publicity and his newfound freedom?”

“He does. But he discovered that Stockholm has phone numbers for what is called therapeutic sexual conversation. So he is both practicing his Swedish and doing research into human sexual practices.”

“Oh, Alan Turing, would you were but alive in this hour!”

They were finishing a second pot of coffee when Shelly came into the dining room, looked around, then walked slowly over to their table. Ben stood up before her.

“I don’t think you’re wanted here — even if Military Intelligence managed to get you past the police.”

“I’m here on my own, Ben. No one helped me. I simply registered in the hotel. And if you don’t mind, I would like to hear Brian tell me to leave. I want to talk to him — not you.”

Brian half stood, his face red, his fists clamped. Then he dropped back into the chair and ordered the anger to drain away.

“Let her stay, Ben. This will have to be done sooner or later.”

“I’ll be in my room.” The big man turned away and left them alone.

“May I sit down?”

“Yes. And answer one question—”

“Why did I do it? Why did I betray you? I’m here because I want to tell you about that.”

“I’m listening.”

“I hate it when your voice gets cold like that, your face freezes. More like a machine than a man—”

Tears rolled down her cheeks and she dabbed at them angrily. Brought herself under control.

“Please try to understand. I am a serving officer in the United States Air Force. I took an oath — and I can’t betray it. When I went to Los Angeles to see my father, that was when General Schorcht sent for me. He gave me an order. I obeyed it. It’s as simple as that.”

“That is not very simple at all. At the Nuremberg trials—”

“I know what you are going to say. That I am no better than the Nazis who were ordered to murder Jews — and did so. They tried to escape justice by saying they were just obeying orders.”

“You said it, I didn’t.”

“Perhaps they had little choice, they did what everyone else was doing. I’m not defending them — just trying to explain what I did. I had a choice. I could have resigned my commission, walked right out of there. I wouldn’t have been shot.”

“Then you must have agreed with the order to lie to me — to spy on me?” Still calmly, still without anger.

She had emotion enough for both of them, pounding her fists slowly and silently on the table, leaning forward to whisper out her words.

“I thought that if you escaped alone you would be in danger, I really did. I wanted to protect you—”

“By phoning from the train and telling Schorcht all my plans?”

“Yes. I believed that there was a strong possibility that you couldn’t cope, might be hurt, so I wanted you protected. And, yes, I believe that Military Intelligence should have known what you were doing. If you had knowledge that was vital to the country I believe that it was vital for your country to know it as well.”

“National security goes before betraying a friend?”

“If you want to phrase it that way then, well, yes I think it does.”