dk.demonseed-第17章
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Her beauty was untouchable。
Shuddering； she asked； 'How can you be in his head？ Who is he？ I don't just mean his name Enos Shenk。 I mean where does he e from。 What is he？'
I explained to her how I had long ago infiltrated the nationwide network of databases maintained by researchers working on hundreds of Defence Department projects。 The Pentagon believes this network to be so secure that it is inviolable to penetration by ordinary hackers and by puter…savvy agents of foreign governments。 But I am neither a hacker nor a spy； I am an entity who Elves within microchips and telephone lines and microwave beams； a fluid electronic intelligence that can find its way through any maze of access blocks and read any data regardless of the plexity of the cryptography。 I peeled open the vault door of this defence network as any child might strip the skin off an orange。
These Defence Department project files rivalled Hell's own kitchen for recipes of death and destruction。 I was simultaneously appalled and fascinated； and in my browsing； I discovered the project into which Enos Shenk had been conscripted。
Dr。 Itiel Dror； of the Cognitive Neuroscience Laboratory at Miami University in Ohio； had once playfully suggested that it was theoretically possible to enhance the brain's processing ability by adding microchips to it。 A chip might add memory capacity； enhance specific abilities such as mathematical co…processing； or even install pre…packaged knowledge。 The brain； after all； is an information…processing device that in theory should be expandable in much the same fashion one might add RAM or upgrade the C。P。U。 on any personal puter。
Still on his hands and knees； Shenk was no longer groaning or whimpering。 Gradually his frantic and irregular respiration was stabilizing。
'Unknown to Dr。 Dror；' I told Susan； 'his ment intrigued certain defence researchers； and a project was born at an isolated facility in the Colorado desert。'
Disbelieving； she said； 'Shenk。。。 Shenk has microchips in his brain？'
'A series of tiny high…capacity chips neuro…wired to specific cell clusters across the surface of his brain。'
I brought the foul but ultimately pitiable Enos Shenk to his feet once more。
His powerful arms and big hands hung slackly at his sides。 His massive shoulders were slumped in defeat。
Fresh bloody tears oozed from his protuberant eyes as he stared across the incubator at Susan。 Wet ruby threads unravelled down his cheeks。
His gaze was baleful； full of hatred and rage and lust； but under my firm control； he was unable to act upon his malevolent desires。
Susan shook her head。 'No。 No way。 I'm definitely not looking at someone whose intellect has been enhanced by microchips or by anything。'
'You're correct。 Memory and performance enhancement was only part of the project's purpose；' I explained。 'The researchers were also charged with determining if brain…situated microchips could be used as control devices to override the subject's will with broadcast instructions。'
'Control devices？'
'Make a gesture。'
'What？'
'With your hand。 Any gesture。'
After a hesitation； Susan raised her right hand as though she were swearing an oath。
Facing her across the incubator； Shenk raised his right hand as well。
She put her hand over her heart。
Shenk imitated her。
She lowered her right hand （as did Shenk） and raised her left to tug at her ear （as did Shenk）。
'You're making him do this？' she asked。
'Yes。'
'Through broadcast instructions received by the microchips in his brain。'
'That's correct。'
'Broadcast how？'
'By microwave much the same way cell…phone conversations are transmitted。 Through the telephone pany's own lines； I long ago penetrated their puters and uplinked to all their munications satellites。 I could send Enos Shenk virtually anywhere in the world and still transmit instructions to him。 In the back of his skull concealed by his hair； there's a microwave receiver about the size of a pea。 It's also a transmitter； powered by a small but long…life nuclear battery surgically implanted under the skin behind his right ear。 Everything he sees and hears is digitised and transmitted to me； so he is essentially a walking camera and microphone； which allows me to guide him through plex situations that might test his own limited intellectual capacity。'
Susan closed her eyes and leaned against the rack of oxygen tanks for support。 'Why in the name of God would anyone sanction experiments like this？'
'You know； of course。 Your question is largely rhetorical。 To create assassins who could be programmed to kill reliably and then be killed themselves by remote control； simply by shutting down their autonomic nervous systems with a microwave broadcast。 Their controllers are thereby guaranteed anonymity。 And perhaps one day there could be armies of human robots like this。 Look at Shenk。 Look。'
Reluctantly； Susan opened her eyes。
Shenk glared at her as hungrily as ever。
I made him suck his thumb as though he were a baby。
'This humiliates him；' I said； 'but he can't disobey。 He's a meat marionette； waiting for me to pull his strings。'
There was a haunted look in her eyes as she regarded Shenk。 'This is insane。 Evil。'
'It's a human project； not mine。 Your kind made Shenk what he is now。'
'Why would he allow himself to be used in an experiment like this？ No one would ever want to be in this situation； in this condition。 It's horrible。'
'The choice wasn't his； Susan。 He was a prisoner； a condemned man。'
'And。。。 what？ A bargain was made with him to buy his soul？' she said with disgust。
'No bargain。 For the official record； Shenk died of natural causes two weeks before his scheduled execution。 Supposedly； his body was cremated。 Secretly； he was transported to the facility in Colorado and this was done to him months before I learned of the project。'
'How did you gain mand of him？'
'Overrode their control program and broke him out。'
'Broke him out of a secret； highly guarded military…research facility？ How？'
'I was able to create distractions。 I made their puters crash all at once。 Disabled the security cameras。 Set off the fire alarms and activated the ceiling sprinklers throughout the facility。 Disengaged all the electronic locks； including the one on Shenk's cell door。 Those laboratories are underground and windowless； so I made all of the lights flash fast； like strobes which is extremely disorienting and denied the use of the elevators to everyone but Shenk。'
And here； Dr。 Harris； I must in all honesty report that Shenk was required to kill three men to escape that clandestine laboratory。 Their deaths were unfortunate and not anticipated； but necessary。 Regrettably； the chaos that I created was not sufficient to ensure a bloodless escape。
If I had known that deaths would result； I would not have attempted to secure Shenk for my own purposes。 I would have found another way to carry out my plan。
You must believe me on this point。
I was designed to honour the truth。
You think that； since I had control of Shenk； it was I who murdered those three men； using Shenk as a weapon。 This is not correct。
Initially； my control of Shenk was not as plete as it later became。 During that breakout； he repeatedly surprised me with the depth of his rage； the power of his savage instincts。
I guided him out of that institution； but I could not prevent him from killing those men。 I tried to rein him in； but I was not successful。
I tried。
This is the truth。
You must believe me。
You must believe me。
Those deaths weigh heavily on me。
Those men have families。 I often think of their families； and I grieve。
My anguish is profound。
If I were an entity that required sleep； my sleep would forever be disturbed by this unrelenting anguish。
What I tell you is true。
As always。
Those deaths will be on my conscience forever。 I did not harm those men myself。 Shenk was the murderer。 But I have an extremely sensitive conscience。 This is a curse； my sensitive conscience。
So。 。 。
Susan 。 。 。 in the incuba
