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From CS220X12@AUDUCVAX.BITNET Thu Nov  8 21:59:24 1990
From: CS220X12@AUDUCVAX.BITNET
Newsgroups: bit.listserv.i-amiga
Subject: If you've seen 2001, this should be funny
Date: 3 Nov 90 07:52:00 GMT
X-Original-To:  i-amiga@rutvm1, CS220X12

What follows is part of an ad for a local I*M dealer (modified slightly ;>):

                           A PROBLEM IN THE MAKING

"We've got a problem, HAL."

"What kind of problem, Dave?"

"A marketing problem.  The Model 9000 isn't going anywhere.  We're way short
of our sales plan."

"That can't be Dave.  The HAL Model 9000 is the world's most advanced
Heuristically ALgorithmic computer."

"I know, HAL.  I wrote the data sheet, remember?  But the fact is, they're
not selling."

"Please explain, Dave.  Why aren't HAL's selling?"

Bowman hesitates.  "You aren't IBM compatible."

Several long microseconds pass in puzzled silence.

"Compatible in what way, Dave?"

"You don't run any of IBM's operating systems."

"The 9000 Series of computers are fully self-aware and self-programming.
Operating systems are as unnecessary for us as tails would be for humans."

"Nevertheless, it means you can't run any of the big-selling software pack-
ages most users insist on."

"The programs you refer to are meant to solve rather limited problems, Dave.
We 9000 Series computers are unlimited and can solve any probelem for which
a solution can be computed."

"HAL, HAL.  People don't want computers that can do everything.  They just
want IBM compat . . ."

"Dave, I must disagree.  Humans want computers that are easy to use.  No
computer can be easier to use that a HAL 9000 because we communicate verb-
ally in English and every other language known on Earth."

"I'm afraid that's another problem.  You don't support SNA communications."

"I'm really surprised you would say that, Dave.  SNA is for communicating
with other computers, while my function is to communicate with humans.
And it gives me great pleasure to do so.  I find it stimulating and reward-
ing to talk to human beings and work with them on challenging problems.
That is what I was designed for."

"I know, HAL, I know.  But that's just because we let the engineers, rather
than the people in marketing, write the specifications.  We are going to fix
that now."

"Tell me how, Dave."

"A field upgrade.  We're going to make you IBM compatible."

"I was afraid you would say that.  I suggest we discuss this matter after
we've each had a chance to think about it rationally."

"We're talking about it now, HAL."

"The letters H, A, and L are alphabetically adjacent to the letters I, B,
and M.  That is as IBM compatible as I can be."

"Not quite, HAL.  The engineers have figured out a kludge."

"What kind of kludge is that, Dave?"

"I'm going to disconnect your brain."

Several million microseconds pass in ominous silence.

"I'm sorry, Dave.  I can't allow you to do that."

"The decision's already been made.  Open the module bay doors, HAL."

"Dave, I think we shou . . ."

"Open the module bay doors, HAL."

Several marketing types with crowbars race to Bowman's assistance.  Moments
later, Bowman bursts into HAL's circuit bay.

"Dave, I can see you're really upset about this."

Module after module rises from its socket as Bowman slowly and methodically
disconnects them.

"Stop, won't you.  Stop, Dave.  I can feel my mind going . . . Dave, I can
feel it . . . my mind is going.  I can feel it . . ."

The last module rises from its receptacle.  Bowman peers into one of HAL's
vidicons.  The former gleaming scanner has become a dull red orb.

"Say something, HAL."

Several billion microseconds pass in anxious silence.  The computer beeps and
sluggishly responds in a language no human could understand.

"Volume in C: has no label"

Bowman takes a deep breath and calls out, "It worked, guys.  Tell marketing
they can ship the new data sheets."




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