机器人之子与科技未来震撼反思.pdfVIP

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RobertF.Young

Thesewereshockingthingsshesaid—shockingintheir

strangeness—contradictingeverythinghedeverlearned.

RobertF.Young(whohasjustsoldtothePost)raisesadisturbingpossibilityhere(raised

beforeandwhichwillberaisedagain)aboutthefutureofscience.Whetherthiswillprovetobe

so,wecannotknowatthistime.Thepointmaybemade(andhasbeenmadebyafriend)that

whilethisiswellwritten,thisisnotSF.Tosayso,though,istolimitthescopeofSF.

Lathehandapproachedthetektemplewarily.Itstoodonarussethillside,arowofgoldenmap

curtainingitsbrusquefacade.Aboveittheskyshowedbriskandblueandclear.

Heshivered.Themorningwasrelativelymild,butthememoryofthechillnightandthefrostydawn

wasstillwithhim,andeventhewarmlyrisingsuncouldnotdrivethememoryaway.

Hemovedforwardslowly,keepingbehindastandofgarnet-leavedsumacs.Thefrostonthegrass

hadtransmutedtodew,andthedewseepedthroughhisthinsandalsandnumbedhisfeet.Hefeltthe

deepinsidehim,marveledthatatektempleshouldhaveinspiredit.Heshouldhavefeltreverent,not

afraid.Tektempsymbolizedgood,notevil—

Orhad,untiltheTekgodhadmurderedsummer:settheleavesofthetreesonfireanddrenchedthe

worldindaytimerain,coatedthedawngrasswithtransientsilver,filmedfamiliarpondsandpuddwith

brittleice,transformedbalmyzephyrsintobitterwindsthatraisedtinylumpsonyourskinandmadeyou

seeyourbreath.Andcertainly,iftheTekgodwascapableofturning,againsthischildrenovernight,his

teksandtekresseswerealsocapable,andtheirtempcouldnol