Unnamed Journal 7 - Page 12

exgress, nor fentel, nor kynop. It could only be entered by someone whose mind could conceive it. In the center of the room a machine with a conical shape extended from the ceiling. It pressed paper out of it’s tiny mouth and laid it on stone tablets that were brought up by an automated device. On the paper were words. When the stone tablets were filled with words the machine paused and the tablets were shunted on a conveyer belt out of the room through a wide golden slot. Josh became there, and Luke with him. The change of locus changed put them at opposite sides of the room, and so the stare-down, which Josh had interrupted but Luke never had, finally ended by an unspoken mutual agreement. “Are you going to make me ask?” Luke said. “An infinity of monkeys typing on an infinity of typewriters produces an infinity of gibberish, as you call it, if you try to read what each monkey produces on his paper one at time. An infinity of monkeys is still monkeys. This is what the monkeys are doing.” Josh said, hands still in pockets. Luke looked at the conical machine, and the stone tablets, and the conveyer belt, and said “Do they know that?” “Of course not. They don’t question what they’re doing so long as they get fed. That’s why we use them.” “That isn’t an answer.” “That’s because the question is wrong.You’re asking as if there was some alternative to monkeys that we opted against. In point of fact, monkeys only exist to type randomly at keyboards. We wanted a creature that could see what it was doing and enjoy doing it and not care about the why.” “Why is that important?” Josh sighed, and in that sigh hung the sorrows of time. “Because for this bit here we just wanted to get the damn thing done. The capacity to care about the why will be important later, and the monkeys are part of the prototype process for that creature. But this had to come first. And it just did.” “What? What just came.” Josh kneeled down, and taking his hands out of his pockets for the first time, reached down and picked up the first of a stack of stone tablets that were filed together in a box. He lifted it carefully and handed it to Luke. Luke read it with a child’s bemusment: GENESIS I. 1 In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. 2 Now the earth was formless void, there was darkness over the deep, and God’s spirit hovered over the water. 3 God said “Let there be light,” and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and God divided the light from the darkness… “Yeah, that’s the problem. That’s what I fucking want you to make clear to me!” Luke stared up at Josh, who stared back, his golden eyes full of sympathy. “No, it isn’t. What you want is to have the process for your own.” “You realized of course that you’re fired.” “That’s bullshit.” “You’ll get that.” “Is it?” And then they both were gone, and neither ever appeared in that form again. UJ Luke cast his eyes down. “Okay, so if that’s your assessment of me, what are we doing here then?” “You’ve been cleared.You get to know anything you want.” Luke bit his lip. “Why Monkeys?” Josh smiled. “Why not?” “I want out.”