Chapter 3
Why are you bothering me, boy?
Watson Blue Gene. That’s all Eric Erikson could think. Watson Blue Gene was IBM’s machine designed to play and win at Jeopardy. Whatever had happened to Valerie’s computer was fast, and smart, and one of the greatest game demos he’d ever seen. How it ran on a squidgy little laptop sitting on an oak dining table in Seattle he couldn’t imagine. It should be on a mainframe buried deep in some secret lab. The program had no graphics, text only, so you could store a lot in a small space, but it still didn’t explain the simulated intelligence of the program.
“I want the cookbook,” he typed. “That’s why I’m bothering you. And I’m not a boy.”
You’re all young pups to me. You know the hills?
“Which hills?”
Which hills?! THE HILLS! The hills of cliché a
