I’d felt uneasy all day, as if some one where watching my every move. I was constantly checking behind me and looking around corners. I saw some thing suspicious in almost every thing, people talking behind my back, new people that I’d never seen before at the office, cars following me every where.
It was silly I kept on telling myself, I was seeing these things because I was looking for them. But this didn’t stop me from doing it. So by the time I left work that night I was a nervous wreck.
Alan’s ideas about what had happened to me in Datascape must have really shaken me up.
As I drove down my road I noticed a blue van parked near my house. My heart pounded, I wasn’t imagining it, some thing was going on. No, no I told myself, it’s just a blue van, nothing suspicious about it at all.
So why did I park a little down the road from my house and walk to the drive?
The house looked normal. It was in darkness, there was no sign of any break in. But I still headed down the side my house to the back door. The security light didn’t come on, it had been tampered with. Or it could need a new bulb, I told myself.
I reached the back door and peered in through the kitchen window. My nerves calmed a little. I could see nothing in the darkened room out of place.
But I still held my breath as I slowly turned the key in the lock. What if some one where lurking inside for me. I paused for a moment while I tried to calm my rising nerves.
“This is so silly”. I whispered to my self. And in one quick movement I unlocked the door, opened it, stepped inside and closed the door behind me.
I stood there for a moment while I caught my breath, I was in and safe. I reached for the light switch, but stopped.
My heart started pounding harder than ever, there was someone in my house.
I could hear them moving about. For a moment I could do nothing, I stood paralysed with fear.
But then suddenly feeling angry that someone had entered my house I charged off towards my front room office.
I didn’t have any idea what I’d do when I came face to face with the intruder but in my anger that didn’t matter.
I threw the front room door open and ran in. As I did a man that had been bent over my desk, searching it, straitened up and turned to face me.
In the eerie orange half light on the street lamps I could see his face. His clear, light blue eyes seemed to look right in to me. It was the man that had been following me.
I started to shout at him, when he suddenly twisted. His body was distorting and deforming before my eyes. But he didn’t make a sound, his horribly distorted face kept on staring at me.
As his body deformed it became transparent. He was turning in to a vortex. I realised with horror that I’d seen this before in the Datascape system.
Once again I could not move. Some thing was reaching out of this clear, colourless whirlpool. Transparent tendrils, wriggled and writhed towards me.
One had already wrapped it self around my arm. Another had my leg trapped.
I struggled to break free of there cold, clammy grasp, but more and more of them were fixing them selves to me.
I could feel them on my face, slipping between my lips and in to my mouth. I screamed.
The phone rang.
The phone rang.
I shook my head. I was sitting at my desk, the desk lamp and my computer were on.
Disorientated by the sudden change, I sat and stared at the room around me, no sign of the intruder or the vortex. An other bad dream.
“Dam it”. The phone continued ringing.
I took a few moments to calm my racing heart beat.
“Hello”.
“Ah there you are Harry”. It was Alan. “I was beginning in to think you where out”.
“No I was just deep in some work”.
“Ah. Is it any thing that you can drop for a night ?”
“Yes nothing terribly important”.
“Good because I’ve found out some things that I’d like to talk over with you and I’d rather not discus them over the phone. If you understand my meaning”.
“Yes I see. So where and when?”
“Can you make it to my place tonight?” I looked at the clock on my screen, 8.44 it read. It was an hour and a half’s drive to Alan’s. “Just about. But is this that important ?”
“Yes it’s very important”. AlanÕs voice sounded very grave indeed.
“Okay then I’ll see you about quarter past ten then”.
“Right. Bye”.
“Bye”.
I put the phone down. What could be so important that it couldn’t wait until tomorrow? It had been three days since I’d seem him last. What could have happened?
This question kept popping up in my mind all the way during my long tiering drive to Alan’s house. All sorts of possible scenarios came to mind. I didn’t believe any of them for a moment but that didn’t stop me from worrying about them.
And all the time I was keeping my eyes on the rear view mirror, looking for signs of a tail. Once or twice I saw a car that I thought I recognised, but I told my self I was being paranoid.
Finally after what seemed like the longest hour and a half of my life I arrived at Alan’s place.
I waited nervously at the front door. I’d still not been able to lose the feeling that I’d been followed here. I looked around at the quite suburban street, there was no one in sight.
Alan opened the door and welcomed me in.
“Take a seat in the study”, He said as he set about making a cup of coffee.
Alan’s study was like the rest of the house, clean and tidy. I could remember clearly Alan’s lodgings while at university, you where lucky if you could see one square foot of floor though all the books, print out’s, disassembled computers and of course take away boxes.
I settled in to a big chair, after the trying day I’d just had and long drive I was exhausted. I closed my eyes.
“You’re not looking to good at all”. Alan said as he brought the coffees in. He looked a little better than he’d looked at the pub. “Dreams still troubling you?” I nodded.
“So then, what’s so important that you can’t talk about it on the phone?”
Alan said nothing for a few seconds, instead he turned on the radio, it was turned to a classical station playing Bethovens 9th. He turned up the volume a little. He sat down. “The reason I asked you to come here was to tell you that ‘they’ know”.
“They know what?”
“‘They know or at lest suspect that some one on the Datascape project knows some thing about what their doing”.
I was really worried now. “Do they know it’s you?”
“I’m not sure. I’d done a little more probing of the system and found out a few more things and then this morning, I over heard an argument between my boss, Mike Patterson and one of the other team, I don’t know his name. But they want to close down the Datascape project. Mike was argument because we so close but…” He sighed. “The other man said he could force him to close it down”
“Pressure from above?”
“Yes. I don’t think they know who it is that’s been hacking, because if they did then that person would have been fired on the spot”.
“Or worse”. I added darkly. “Hum. So not knowing they have to keep every one in the project away from the system”.
“It could be that they have some thing ‘big’ planned and they couldn’t hide it from you so that’s why they closed the project down”. I suggested. “Yes I’d thought of that as well. But I think it would serve us to plan for the worse”.
“So what do you plan to do next?”
I took a sip of coffee.
“You’ll be wanting to know what it is that I’ve found out”.
I nodded. “Well I was right, they don’t know how to control what they’ve created. I managed to intercept one of there E-mail’s. They don’t even really know what it is they’re dealing with. In fact we probably know more than they do”. Alan said proudly. “They were in fact working on an AI guidance system for some thing called Northstar, what ever that is. The work that they’d done was quite incredible”. Alan’s voice started to become quite excited. “They had constructed an entire virtual battle field in there and letting the AI interact directly with the data. No need for any cumbersome hardware, it was all handled directly by the software. It was talking to the virtual world interface systems, in the same way the hardware would. The AI would have no idea that it was running in a virtual environment, you see…”.
I had to interrupt Alan, if I hadn’t he would have continued like this all night. “Until it got control of the environment”.
“Yes that’s right”. He said in almost dejected tones.
“Sorry Dave, I can get carried away a bit some times”. I shrugged and he continued. “Well any way it got control of the environment and now uses the environment it’s self as part of it’s program, it’s mind if you like”.
“Which would explain it’s hostility”.
“Yes. It’s original program was to ignore friendly forces and target hostile ones”.
“We’re obviously hostile to it”. Alan nodded. “So what are you going to do ?” I asked again. Alan having dodged my earlier question.
“I don’t know yet, but after tonight I will”. Alan didn’t add any thing else to this statement, “Yes, so what’s happening tonight”. I prompted sharply. Alan could be so infuriating at times.
“Well we’re going to take a close look at this program, and…”.
“How?”
“I’ll have to sneak you in tonight. You…”.
“What!”. I exclaimed. “Through all that security ?”
“Yes. Tricky”.
“Tricky! Dam near impossible I’d say”. Alan had quite clearly been working to hard on this and was losing sight of reality.
“And why do you need any one else?”
“I need some ones help who I can trust. And wouldn’t you like to find out what’s going on”. It was true I did want to know what had happened to me that day in the system. “Yes I do but not that badly”.
“Besides you can get to see our state of the art system this way”.
“There must be another way”.
“There isn’t. I don’t know how long Mike could take the pressure from above. We have to act tonight”.
For a moment I floundered, I did badly want to know what was going on, but it was an awfully big risk for both Alan and me. “Look you can get in okay but how will I make it in”.
Alan smiled. “With this”. He held up a card. I looked at it. “Beth Townsend. Who is she”.
“You met her when you where at the lab. And yes she knows I have this”.
“Does she know what your going to do with it?”
“Yes”.
“Look this isn’t going to work, anyone can see I’m not Beth”.
“On a security monitor you’ll look smaller, she is a well built lady…”.
“But what about the guards?”
Alan shook his head. “Look don’t worry, there probably won’t be any…”.
“But if there is”.
“I have it all planned out”. Alan flashed one of his most winning smiles. I some how doubted he did have it planned.
“Will you help?”
To my own surprise I said “Yes, okay”.
Alan’s face broke in to a broad grin.
My heart pounded as we approached the glass doors of the I-Cubed building. What if there was a guard ? Well if there was that would be it, there would be nothing Alan could do about that. I almost wished there was, that way this silly escapade would be over.
But to my disappointment there was no one sitting at reception. Alan seemed a little surprised at the absence of a guard.
“You had no idea how to get me past the guard did you”.
I hissed in his ear. He shook his head with a little grin.
“It’s odd that there isn’t though. He may of gone to the loo or to get some tea, so lets get in quickly”.
Alan signed him self in an quickly forged Beth’s signature.
And we then hurried off down a corridor.
We crept into the darkened lab. The darkness made the Datascape cubical in the centre of the room look even more menacing.
The lights came on.
I jumped out of my skin, expecting at any moment to be captured. I turned around to see Alan by the light switches. “Sorry, but I wouldn’t normally work in the dark”. He said apologetically.
“Bloody hell. You took years off my life. “Tell me if you’re going to do anything like that again”.
We were in a deferent lab from the one I saw before. Most of the computer equipment in here was unmarked, custom built and probably top secret. It was all still linked to a little cubical in the middle of the room.
Alan headed over to a cupboard, took out a blue jumpsuit and laid it carefully out on a table.
“While I get the system running you can put this on”.
He said casually. I started to walk over to the table and then stopped.
“Why ?”. Alan continued pretending not to hear. “Why?”.
I asked again. “Look”. He stopped what he was doing and turned to face me. “You know why you need to wear it”.
“Not if I’m not going in to the system”. I said defiantly. “Look, I have to work at this terminal and I can’t do that from in there”.
“Why do you need anyone in the system at all ?”
“How else an I going to lure it out so I can look at it. You’ll…”.
“Lure”. I shouted. “So I’m just bait now am I?”
“Once I have it out in the open I can try a confine it to one area of memory. Trap it”. Dr. Marshal continued ignoring my question. “That doesn’t change the fact that you’ve used me. You knew…”
“How can I ask anyone else to do all this?”
“You haven’t asked me !” I shouted. And instead of doing nothing, as I had planned, I said. “And apparently I have no choice now”. Alan’s face lit up and he resumed powering up the system.
My heart was racing. I was shaking as I put the suit on. What was I doing here, sneaking in to a high security building to face the cause of my nightmares.
I was doing it to help a friend, I answered my own question.
I was sweating profusely by the time I had the suit on. The helmet was a different type to the one I used before, it was much bulkier and heavier.
“Ready when you are”. Alan called from the main terminal. “Ready as I’ll ever be”. I whispered to my self.
With only Alan to help me in to the cubical, it took much longer than the few minutes it had taken last time. I almost wished that we had some one to help, then I could get this over and done with quickly.
I noticed Alan was just as shaky as I was. What was he worried for, I was the one going in to the system, I thought.
But then I realised, he was worried for me.
The door was closed and once again I was shut off from the outside world.
The panic rose up inside me. I tried some deep breathing to calm myself, it didn’t work. “Shit” I swore to myself as a felt my legs gave way, if it were not for the harness was wearing I would be on the floor.
“What was that”. Dr. Marshals voice came over the intercom. “Can we just get this thing running quickly”. I said irritably.
“Okay Just a few more moments and we’ll be up and running”.
The ‘few moments’ seemed to go on for hours. I was desperately hoping that the would be some unsolvable problem that would put an end to this crazy plan. But my hopes were dashed when Alan’s voice came from behind me.
“This time you’ll be in the programs native environment, the battle field, so be ready for that. There’s nothing in the environment that should react to you apart from the program it’s self”. I didn’t like the way Alan emphasised should. “All you have to do is to interact with the environment a bit, you know walk around etc. etc.”.
At the moment I just wished that Alan would shut up and get on with it.
“Here we go”. And the log on menu appeared in front of me. My arm quickly lashed out and hit the log on button.
The landscape that faded in to existence around me was very different this time. Instead of the flat plane patterned with the I-cubed logo with some distant mountains, there was a gently undulating dull grey surface. A few bear trees and some boulders were scattered about. The sky was a dark and sullen red.
The whole scene looked much more solid and realistic than before. I made a quick survey of my surroundings, no sign of what ever it was.
“Good isn’t it”. Alan commented. I said nothing. “This system uses tiny lasers to paint the image directly on your retina, so the…”.
“Alan !”. I shouted. “Sorry”. He apologised.
I thought I was nervous before I had got in to the system. I was now shaking like a leaf. We didn’t say any thing for a few moments.
“So what do you plan to do when you have this thing confined?” I asked just to break the oppressive silence.
“Communicate with it. I can use the virtual world interface to send messages directly to it, and hopefully if I use standard system protocols I can use a language it can understand”.
I wasn’t really listening to what Alan was saying, I kept my eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the ‘thing’.
“When I’ve established communication I can open a virtual work station and close down your actual work station. Then you can get out”. Alan’s last sentence got my attention. “Good. I wish it would hurry up then”. I regretted saying that as soon as the words left my mouth.
A sound behind me made me spin around, but there was nothing there. “What was that?” I demanded of Alan.
“Nothing for you to worry about. I think it must have been the guard returning to his station”.
Nothing for me to worry about! I thought, he’s not the one you is here illegally. I took a few faltering steps forward. Come on, come and get me, I taunted it silently.
“So what are you going to do when you talk to it?” I asked just to keep me occupied.
” I’ll try and run some turning tests on it to see if it really is sentient”.
“And if it is what then. Would you wipe it”.
There was a long silence. Clearly Alan had the same worries as me. Even considering what it had done to me, if it was a form of life could he destroy it? If I were in his place could I do the same thing. “I don’t know”.
“Its coming”. Alan said in an almost inaudible whisper.
“Where?” I finally managed to say.
I span around, desperately trying to spot the ‘entity’, nothing appeared to have changed. Then I heard it again, the sound. It was quite but getting louder.
“Where is it Alan?!” I shouted. I looked around again, but still nothing had changed. The sound was coming from all around me. “Alan, where is it?!” I shouted again.
“It has no physical location”. Alan replied tersely.
It was then that I saw it. The ground some way ahead of me to my left, was rising up, twisting and distorting as it did. I stood, transfixed, staring at it for a few seconds.
But then a movement to my right caught my attention. The ground there was changing too. It was as if transparent tentacles where oozing out the ground.
I looked all around me. I was surrounded by it.
“…different patterns. May be they’ve done some thing to it. I don’t know”. I realised Alan was talking to me.
“It’s all around me”. I shouted over the horrible noise.
“I don’t know…” Alan’s voice was now lost in the sound that filled my ears. “I can’t hear you”. I shouted back.
“…not work. Get ready to…” Again Alan’s voice was drowned out.
“…Log off if…one more minute”.
The wall of Writhing, semi-transparent tentacles, that surrounded me now slowly started to close in. I was trapped.
There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
As the tentacles moved closer the ground around them started to change colour to a mottled grey green. The colour change spread ahead of the tentacles quickly. And was at my feet in seconds.
There was nothing I could do. The colour touched my silver foot and the change started traveling up my legs.
Log off, Alan Had said log off. I quickly made the thumbs up sign and the menu faded in to view ahead of me. I reached out for the log off button.
But before I hit it, the awful, grey green colour reached it. In less that a second the menu was covered with the colour. Then from itÕs edges the menu started to break down in to tiny pixels, which dispersed rapidly.
I hit the log off button just as it broke down.
Nothing happened.
I looked at my hand, it was coloured grey, green.
I looked down at my body. Every part of it was coloured grey, green.
Panic hit me with full force.
I ran. I did not know where I was going to run to, but I ran.
The tactile transducers in my suit when crazy as I ran through the wall of tentacles. It felt like a thousand ants where running over my hands and arms. Distracted by this I stumbled but the harness stopped me from falling.
I desperately tried to get to my feet again, but the teflon surface was too slippery.
Then it appeared in front of me. Just as it had in my nightmares. It’s shape barely human, it’s colour the same awful grey, green that now covered the landscape.
It’s monstrous claw reached out for me…
Everything suddenly when black. No sound, no light.
Stunned by this sudden change, I just hung there in the darkness, listening to my own panting breaths.
I don’t know how long it was before a crack of light appeared before my eyes.
“Mike! Mike!” Alan called to me as he lifted the bulky helmet off my head. “Are you okay ?” He asked, but he seemed somehow distant and removed from me. Like I was watching events unfold on a TV set.
It all seemed so distant an unimportant to me.
“Mike!” He shouted again, and as he did I felt something. My face hurt.
“Come on Mike”. This time Alan’s voice seemed to be nearer. “It’s me Alan, come on respond!”
I tried to speak to him but my words came out as a mumble.
“That’s it Mike speak to me, come on say something”.
I tried again, but this time I made no sound at all. I closed my eyes.
Suddenly some thing hit me. My eyes opened wide.
“Sorry about that, but I was losing you for a moment”. Alan had hit me. Anger built up inside me.
“Why?” I managed to say. Alan’s face lit up. “Back with me?” He asked. I nodded weakly.
“Good. Can you stand?” I stood up, my legs were shaky but yes I could stand. “Good lets get you out of this so we can leave”.
Alan busied him self unhooking me from the harness in the cubical. I did nothing to help him, instead I stood staring at the room around me. It still seemed to have a slightly dreamlike quality to it.
“There you go, disconnected”. Alan announced.
I shook my head to try and clear it. “Where you able to do any thing ?” I asked. Alan shook his head and pointed to where a thick cable connected to the cubical. The cable lay severed on the floor with a fire axe by it.
“Not very sophisticated”. I said with a grin. “No but I had to do some thing, the readings I was getting from sensors in the helmet were really strange. I don’t know what it was doing to you in there, but I don’t think it was doing you any good. And it had control of most of the systems so I cut it off, literally. But it’s still in there”
“What n…”.
A siren cut me off. “What the hell is that ?”. I shouted over the din, but before Alan could answer it was replaced by a calm female voice. “Emergency. Emergency. Fire detected. Evacuate room. Halon gas fire suppression system will activate in ten seconds”.
Alan grabbed my arm and ran for the door. My legs still shaky collapsed under me.
“Eight…Seven…Six”. The voice continued counting down.
Alan dragged me along the floor as he ran.
“Three…Two”. The voice droned on. Then just as we, literally, hit the door the countdown reached one and the room suddenly became white. A cloud of thick white gas drifted out of the rapidly closing door. I choked on it and everything started to go grey.
Suddenly my arm was grabbed and I felt myself being dragged along the floor again. The colour started to return to my vision. Alan stopped running.
“What happened”. I finally managed to splutter out.
“Fire suppression gas”. He said between deep breaths. “Very dangerous stuff that”.
We did nothing for a few seconds, catching our breaths.
Then Alan opened a door in the corridor and went in.
I waited for a few seconds and then slowly got to my feet and unsteadily walked over to the same door. Alan was bent over a terminal, his fingers flying over the keys.
“Dam it”.
“What’s up ?” I asked. “It’s got control of the security systems”. He said in a dull haggard voice.
“It triggered the fire alarm system and…”. All the colour drained out of Alan’s face “It tried to kill us”. I finished Alan’s sentence for him.
Alan said nothing, he just returned to his work at the terminal. “Well come on then!” I shouted at him. “We’ve got to go, half the counties police will be descending on us”.
“We canÕt leave”. Alan said calmly, not looking away from the screen. “It has control of the access control systems all the doors will be locked”.
Infuriated by Alan’s calm I stormed off down the corridor to prove him wrong. The first door I came too I kicked at.
“Ha!” I Cried out as it swung open.
I ran back to the office.
“Alan we are leaving”. He looked up from the terminal with an blank look on his face. “I’ve found a way out”. I announced proudly. He shook his head “Not yet I haven’t finished”.
“But we have to”. I pleaded. “Leave then”. He said coldly as he returned his gaze to the terminal.
I was about to turn and leave, but I couldn’t leave him here. I walked over to the terminal. Alan looked up at me with a grin.
“Still here?”
“What are you doing?” I asked, siting down on the desk.
“Trying to overwrite it with other objects. But I don’t know if I’ve got time. There’s a lot of space for it to use and it’s deleting all the users”. He said with out removing his gaze from the screen.
“How did it know about my nightmares ?”
“I think it programmed them in to you”.
“What!”
“Yes it’s basically a neural net and it some how found a way not only to reprogram it’s self but other neural nets to”.
He let the idea sink in. “Your mind is a neural net”. He stated with a chilling tone in his voice.
My mind span. I looked over to the computers in the lab, something in there violated my mind, invaded it and poisoned it.
Anger suddenly boiled up in me.
I stormed in to the lab with but one thought on my mind, to destroy the monster in that machine.
I ran for the computer room and kicked open the door.
As the door swung open the lights in the room suddenly when out and a dark shape lunged out of the room toward me.
I saw it to late, to dodge it. It hit me full in the stomach and knocked back against the opposite wall, hard.
Stunned by the twin impacts I lay there. The dark shape got off me quickly and suddenly I was dazzled by an intense light in my face. “Freeze!” The shape shouted at me.
“Mike! I’ve…” Alan emerged from the office. The flash light was directed at Alan, and I slowly realised that it was not just a flashlight the man had in his hands, there was a gun too.
Nothing happened for a few seconds, I was still dazed, the man seemed unsure what to do and Alan just stood there frozen.
An other dark shape emerged from the room.
“Leave them”. It hissed to the other. He lowered the gun and started to turn away.
I kicked at his ankle and with a startled cry he collapsed to the floor. But before I could even start to move the second man was on to me.
He grabbed my coat and hauled me up then thrust me against the wall. The man on the floor rolled and fired at shot down the corridor.
I struggled against the mans grip but he held me firm as he repeatedly hit me against the wall. The man was now up off the floor and aiming his gun in Alan’s direction.
I grabbed at his head, trying to scratch at his eye’s, but he wore a balaclava, so I pulled at this. It came off and I found myself staring in the same eye’s that I’d seem, both out side this building and in the pub.
For a brief second he did nothing save stare in to my eye’s, he then let go of me, turned and ran down the corridor.
His college followed suit but kept his gun trained on us.
My anger still un-channeled I shakily stood up and charged in to the room.
The uniform grey boxes of the computers served only to heighten my anger. I found an inspection hatch on one of them and tore it open. Inside banks of circuits confronted me.
I yanked some out. This filled me with a strange kind of savage joy. For a few moments I was loss in a sort of bezerker fury as I smashed the source of my fears. Each impact seemed to fill me with almost orgasmic pleasure.
“Mike!” Alan’s voice cut through the haze of madness that clouded my mind. For a brief second I considered him as the next target, the root cause of all my problems. “Stop it”.
I turned to face him the anger still bubbling in me. I shot him a look of pure hate. “Look around you Harry, look”.
Slowly I did. Many of the panels had already been removed, wires trailed from them to a small box on the side of a can. The can was marked inflammable.
“Come on Harry we have to leave now”, Alan said urgently.
I stood frozen for a few seconds. “They are ending the project, it must have gotten out of their control. They are destroying the evidence. And us to if we don’t leave now !”
Suddenly it all became clear to me.
I ran.
Through darkened corridors and rooms we tore. I didn’t know where we were going, I just ran following Alan.
Just as we hit a fire exit, there was a gentle but deep thud. It was all over.
Some two weeks have now passed since our ‘raid’ on the DataScape system. In those weeks the investigation in to the fire at I-Cubed has been completed and the cause put down to an ‘electrical fault’.
The whole project has of course been ended, as Alan said ‘it’ must have got out of there control, ‘they’ couldn’t risk the real purpose of the work being found out, so ‘they’ destroyed it.
What would the result be if they continued the work ?
Certainly if they could develop the AI in the system it would have a huge military value. Would they ignore the risks and continue the work ? Probably.
It was thoughts like this that occupied me after I awoke from my nightmares.
I still suffer from them but they seem to be getting less and less. But still the fact that some thing inside one of those machines could program my mind is a truly chilling thought.
An other chilling thought is that even if I-Cubed do not continue the work, someone, some time will come up with the same idea and develop it. And if they do, the same thing could happen again. Maybe next time it will be able to spread beyond it’s own system and…
But then, Maybe I’m just being pessimistic. Any great step forward always entails some risk. Are the rewards that AI’s could bring us worth the risk that we might create some malevolent entity in our network which could ultimately cause our down fall?
That I don’t know, I guess history will answer that one for us.
