Galactic Exploration
"Kill all of the terrorists attacking the base!" you shout.
"Please wait," the computer states calmly.
You feel the ship vibrate and hear a low, almost inaudible hum coming from behind you.
"Matter absorbed and ready for processing," states the voice. Cool air seems to blow in from the walls.
"What did you do?" you ask.
"The matter identified as 'terrorists' has been absorbed and converted into diatomic oxygen," states the voice.
You feel vaguely sick breathing in processed terrorists. Something occurs to you.
"How did you know which were terrorists and which were not?" you ask.
"The prime's electron patterns were decoded and interpolated against the data this one has gathered and absorbed and a decision tree was formed-"
"Wait a minute, who is 'the primes'?" you ask.
"You are the prime," states the voice.
"So you are saying you read my mind?" you ask, incredulously.
"In the vernacular, yes," answers the voice.
"Please wait," the computer states calmly.
You feel the ship vibrate and hear a low, almost inaudible hum coming from behind you.
"Matter absorbed and ready for processing," states the voice. Cool air seems to blow in from the walls.
"What did you do?" you ask.
"The matter identified as 'terrorists' has been absorbed and converted into diatomic oxygen," states the voice.
You feel vaguely sick breathing in processed terrorists. Something occurs to you.
"How did you know which were terrorists and which were not?" you ask.
"The prime's electron patterns were decoded and interpolated against the data this one has gathered and absorbed and a decision tree was formed-"
"Wait a minute, who is 'the primes'?" you ask.
"You are the prime," states the voice.
"So you are saying you read my mind?" you ask, incredulously.
"In the vernacular, yes," answers the voice.