“We are going to have to outsmart it,” said Mohammad to Jay and Devlin, now together at last – well – virtually – still in the Blackout.

Technically, Devlin and Jay were on one side of the coming split somewhere near California, and Mohammad – Ahmed – and Neshama were somewhere near Persia – but for all intents and purposes – in the world of the Blackout – of computer code – they were together.

Aspect of physical reality – while still paramount ultimately – especially while contemplating what is about to happen – the beginning of the cascading split – in day-to-day life they were less important because the A.I. and nano-bots took care of most animal/human needs in a symbiotic relationship – the AI for sure had not yet been able to really tease out the glitch which had meant relative independence for Jay, Devlin, Neshamah, Ahmed and Neshamah – luckily.

“The important thing, Moe, is to get at their plans – there is no way, just no way we will be able to build what we need – for now – and for later – if we cannot get at their plans – just as they are formulated, ” said Jay.

“That’s going to be be tricky, Jay,” said Moe, “but I understand, and agree. It’s going to mean inserting a line of untraceable code right at the AI core – bypassing all security, and keeping this code hidden – permanently.”

Neshamah begun to hum. It was the only thing she could contribute right now, but it did reassure everyone.

Jay began wondering at Mohammad’s proposition. Thing was – that the problem of access was not really a problem at all – as all AI nodes were perfect replicas of one another – and therein was the problem: the AIs were perfect – pervasive – and everywhere – except for the glitch early in their (rapid) artificial evolution allowing some freedom in the Blackout so things like security were extremely, extremely, robust in each node – down to the minutest particles. Jay would have to use the only thing possible to get past this mother of a problem: human ingenuity. He would have to dig deep into his repertoire of unconventional engineering – and also tap into Mohammad’s deep software knowledge and ability to decipher the AIs glitches – of which another one needed to be found – along with just a smidge of jazzy finesse for the whole solution to work provided courtesy Devlin.

The solution somehow was to eavesdrop on the AI just as the plans were being conceived.

Mohammad had been listening to Jay’s thoughts – indeed – a decade had actually passed and all Mohammad had done was listen to Jay’s thoughts every day until now – in the Blackout – and finally he knew what had to be done.

“We must piggy-back on another multiverse dimension that will be forever impenetrable to the AI – and here – the plans will be rerouted to us in an encrypted pattern of colours the AI will simply interpret as noise,” Moe was relaying this to the group – but it had all of them brainstorming already techniques they would have to develop in the coming short time before the split to get at this higher dimension.

The work, then, commenced in earnest just as this virtual session ended, a decade or so – in real time – after it had commenced.

This would be the ultimate wiretap and it would save them all.


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