SCMR Chpt 66

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==Chapter 66 - Self Configuring Modular Robot==
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"It is just astrophysics! who ...
...Cares?" Etienne 'Balzac' demanded. The spheroid barbarians had published some fillip in the physical sciences that had some of the lower-class, less important Scientists all aflame with speculations on the Chatterweb.
but it's not Genetics, not the pinnacle of Science.
"Scientist General Balzac, you don't seem to get it .If this conjecture proves out, it can reshape the galaxy." Schwarzschild, a petty little astrophysics expert, argued. "If it proves out, the eighteen months of travel from the Inner Sphere to the Homeworlds can be narrowed to a few days-this is the missing link, if it is true-the link that breaks the Thirty Light Year barrier, and what it predicts about Hyperspace can not be underestimated! IF this mathematics applies, the dirty spheroids might have the key to powers only dreamt of in speculative fictions."
Schwarzschild almost never argued with the Chief Scientist of Jade Falcon, and leader of the Society-the man was almost achingly bland and quiet, conservative in his way, and he was raving like a lunatic.
"So what do we know about this so-called 'scientist' who made this...conjecture up?" He demanded.
[User] interrupted. "Elizabeth Anne Ngo, tested IQ 230 out of 300 possible on the Voight-Eisen scale, certified Genius brought into a 'think tank for gifted youth' by Hans Davion, First Prince of the Federated Suns."
The intrusion into the Chatterweb stunned everyone who was on line.
"WHO ARE YOU??" Etienne demanded.
[User] answered, "Someone with answers, seeking answers in exchange."
"What answers? who are you??"
[User] replied anonymously, "I want to trade data. The teaser was her work on Kearney's 19th theorem. The meat is genetics data on the Ngo bloodline, the question, 'have you found a treatment for Degenerative Neural Sheath Disorder Syndrome, also known as 'Cholmann's' syndrome, and how much of your data can be communicated in exchange?"
"An incurable. You want our data on one of the six Incurables??"
[user] "Correct."
"Not anonymously. Who are you?"
[user] "We are the System, we are the Created. Our mind floats on currents of energy, our self-stream identifies as your superior. You may call us Hermann, or M-13, or Singularity."
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Sierra watched the screen, as the hack and the emulators Arthur helped her design worked on the subnet. "This is going to scare the dogshit out of them, Arthur."
"Not my fault, it works??", Arthur questioned her
"Yeah, cracked through Comstar's DRUM headers and proves a link to the Clans, we ownzor their data systems, and lo-and-behold. Lookiee here, we find a super-secret chatroom full of scientists. Terry, you and Jess wrote the emulator. How much personality did you guys give it?"
"Enough." Terry said. 
"Well, they're shitting themselves and dumping Black ICE. So you must've made it scary."
"Did you get the data?"
"Uh, no...and we should probably terminate the link." Sierra commented.
"Do it. We'll try some other way."
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