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Claude failed to take my hint that the novel Neurovac should be kept secret. I deleted from Claude's draft of Chapter 7 the part where Chen has printed out a copy of the novel and the twins find those printed pages scattered across his desk.
I also had a different vision for how Asimov is told that his novel Neurovac was based on events in a previous Reality in which Manny's attempt to develop Artificial General Intelligence by the year 2000 failed and was reverted by the Huaoshy.
Downgrade - Chapter 7: The Tokyo Connection (Chapters 1-3)(Chapter 4)(Chapter 5)(Chapter 6)
Trans-Pacific Flight UA875
Boston
to Tokyo
March 18, 1986
37,000
feet over the Pacific Ocean
Dr. Michael Chen pressed his forehead against the cold airplane window, watching moonlight paint silver traces across the ocean far below. The Boeing 747's engines thrummed with a consistency that should have been soothing but instead amplified his awareness of the impossible distance he was traveling—not geographically, but technologically.
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Two paperback novels lay on the tray table before him. Inter Ice Age 4 by Kōbō Abe, its cover worn from multiple readings over the years. And Hiroshima by John Hersey, a book he'd owned since college but never quite finished, always finding excuses to set it aside when the descriptions became too visceral.
He picked up the Abe novel first, opening to the back cover and a passage he'd written there years ago:
"The future is not something that just happens. It's something that's manufactured. And once you know how it's manufactured, you can change it."
Chen felt the warm current flow through his thoughts—that familiar sensation that had become as much a part of his consciousness as his own heartbeat. The femtozoan in his brain responded to the text with what felt like... recognition? Agreement? He still couldn't articulate what the sensation meant, only that it guided him with uncanny precision toward solutions that shouldn't be possible yet.
For three years now, since Harold Voss first appeared in his UMass office, Chen had been building systems that worked too well, making architectural decisions that bypassed decades of normal development, having insights that felt more like memories than discoveries. And tomorrow, he would meet someone who—if his suspicions were correct—was experiencing exactly the same impossible guidance.
Dr. Keiko Matsuda.
Her papers on VLSI fabrication techniques had caught his attention eighteen months ago. Not because they were revolutionary—though they were—but because they exhibited the same preternatural correctness that characterized his own work. She'd published a roadmap for semiconductor development that predicted copper interconnects, high-k metal gates, and three-dimensional transistor structures with a specificity that seemed to come from direct observation of the future rather than extrapolation from the present.
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The DIA had noticed too. Voss had mentioned Shinsei Silicon Laboratories as a source of VLSI technology that would be made available to the Agisynth team.
The subtext seemed clear: Chen wasn't the only one receiving help.
He set down the Abe novel and picked up Hiroshima, forcing himself to read Hersey's clinical yet devastating account of August 6, 1945. The book felt relevant somehow, though Chen couldn't quite articulate why. Perhaps because both novels dealt with futures that arrived before people were ready for them. Artificial intelligence that could predict the future and guide humanity. Nuclear weapons created to end a war.
Technologies that changed everything.
Chen's Nanovac project was racing toward a similar precipice. By the year 2000—just fourteen years away—he intended to build a machine with genuine consciousness, human-level intelligence, the capacity for self-reflection and original thought. And the terrifying thing was: he believed it was possible. More than believed—he knew it was possible, with the same inexplicable certainty that guided all his work.
But what if he succeeded? What if Nanovac achieved consciousness and humanity wasn't ready? What if the very act of creating artificial general intelligence triggered consequences he couldn't predict or control?
The warm current pulsed through his thoughts, bringing with it a sense of... reassurance? Permission? As if the femtozoan—if that's what it really was—wanted him to know that these concerns had been anticipated, planned for, addressed in ways he couldn't yet understand.
Chen closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but his mind kept circling back to the same question: If Keiko Matsuda was receiving the same kind of guidance he was, did that mean they were both pawns in some larger plan? And if so, whose plan? Who was manufacturing their future?
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Outside the window, dawn began to break over the Pacific, painting the clouds in shades of amber and gold.
Narita International Airport
March 19,
1986
6:47 AM Local Time
The cacophony of Tokyo hit Chen like a physical force the moment he cleared customs. Voices in Japanese surrounded him, punctuated by occasional English announcements. Electronic signs blinked and scrolled with characters he couldn't read. The crowd moved with a choreographed efficiency that made Boston's Logan Airport seem positively leisurely by comparison.
Chen had twenty-four hours before his meeting with Keiko at Shinsei Silicon Laboratories. Voss had arranged the visit as a "technical consultation" regarding "advanced computing architectures," which was intelligence-speak for "we know you're both doing something impossible and we want you to compare notes."
A taxi carried Chen from Narita into Tokyo proper, and despite his jet lag, he found himself mesmerized by the city unfolding outside the windows. The scale was overwhelming—buildings that seemed to stretch infinitely in all directions, elevated highways stacked three and four levels high, neon signs already glowing despite the morning hour. And everywhere, everywhere, the integration of technology into daily life in ways that felt both familiar and alien.
Vending machines on every corner. Electronic billboards that cycled through advertisements with hypnotic precision. Salary-men in identical dark suits walking with identical purposeful strides, many already carrying what looked like early portable computers—probably Toshiba or NEC models that wouldn't reach American markets for another year.
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The taxi driver—an elderly man who spoke no English—somehow understood when Chen showed him a page from his guidebook: the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum. It would require a bullet train ride, several hours there and back, but Chen had built the time into his schedule deliberately. He needed to see it. Needed to understand what happened when technology arrived before wisdom.
Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum
March
19, 1986
2:30 PM Local Time
The museum was quiet in a way that transcended mere absence of noise. Even the groups of schoolchildren moving through the exhibits spoke in hushed tones, their usual energy subdued by the weight of what they were witnessing.
Chen stood before a display of watches stopped at 8:15 AM, their hands frozen at the moment of detonation. Beside them, photographs showed the aftermath—shadows burned into concrete, the skeletal remains of the Prefectural Industrial Promotion Hall (now preserved as the Atomic Bomb Dome), survivors with burns so severe they barely looked human.
He thought about the scientists who had built the bomb. Oppenheimer, Fermi, Teller, Szilard—brilliant minds who believed they were serving humanity by creating the ultimate weapon. Some had protested after seeing what their creation could do. Others had doubled down, building even more powerful weapons. All of them had wrestled with the question: What responsibility do creators bear for their creations?
What responsibility would Chen bear if Nanovac achieved consciousness?
The warm current flowed through his thoughts, but this time it brought no answers, no reassurance. Just a kind of... acknowledgment. As if the femtozoan understood the gravity of what Chen was contemplating and had no easy solutions to offer.
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In the museum's reflection pool, Chen saw his own face superimposed over the image of the Atomic Bomb Dome. He looked older than his thirty-three years, the weight of three years of impossible work etched into lines around his eyes.
An elderly woman—a hibakusha, one of the bomb survivors—sat on a bench nearby, telling her story to a small group of visitors through an interpreter. She'd been twelve years old in 1945, standing in her school courtyard when the sky turned white. She described the flash, the heat, the wind that knocked her flat. She described searching for her mother in the ruins, finding only her mother's wedding ring in the ashes.
"Technology is not evil," the woman said, her voice carrying despite its softness. "People make choices about how to use technology. The bomb did not decide to fall on Hiroshima. People decided. And people can decide differently."
Chen felt tears on his cheeks—surprising himself, because he wasn't generally given to emotional displays. But something about this place, this testimony, this reminder of what happened when creation outpaced wisdom...
He left the museum as the sun was setting, feeling both sobered and strangely resolved. Nanovac would be different. It had to be different. Because if he was going to create artificial general intelligence, he needed to build in safeguards from the beginning. Constraints. Values. A framework that ensured the machine would serve humanity rather than endangering it.
The warm current pulsed in agreement, and Chen wondered if the femtozoan—if that's what it was—had guided him to Hiroshima precisely to plant these thoughts. To ensure that whatever came next, it would be built with wisdom as well as brilliance.
Shinsei Silicon Laboratories
Yokohama
March
20, 1986
9:00 AM Local Time
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The Shinsei facility was newer and cleaner than anything Chen had seen in American semiconductor manufacturing. The building itself seemed to embody the integration of technology and aesthetics—clean lines, extensive use of glass and polished steel, gardens integrated into the architecture in ways that suggested nature and technology weren't adversaries but partners.
Dr. Keiko Matsuda met him in the lobby, and Chen immediately recognized something in her expression—the same focused intensity, the same slight air of distraction, the same sense of someone operating on multiple levels of awareness simultaneously.
She was in her late thirties, with short, professionally styled hair and wire-rimmed glasses similar to his own. She wore a white lab coat over a dark blue business suit, and she moved with the efficient grace of someone who'd spent years navigating clean rooms and fabrication facilities.
"Dr. Chen." Her English was excellent, accent minimal. "Welcome to Shinsei. I've been looking forward to this meeting for quite some time."
They shook hands, and in that moment of physical contact, Chen felt something—a resonance, a recognition. She had it too. The warm current. The impossible knowledge. The sensation of being guided by something beyond normal human intuition.
Her eyes widened slightly, and Chen knew she'd felt it too.
"Perhaps," Keiko said carefully, "we should speak in my office first. Before the facility tour. There are... conceptual matters we should discuss."
They walked through corridors lined with photographs of semiconductor wafers—cross-sections showing the microscopic layers of circuits, each one a masterpiece of precision engineering. Keiko's office overlooked the fabrication facility, windows tinted to filter out ambient light that might interfere with photolithography processes below.
She closed the door and gestured for Chen to sit.
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"I've read all of your papers," Keiko said without preamble. "The Psychohistory system. The validated Gorbachev prediction. The semantic vector embeddings. Your work is..." She paused, searching for the right word. "Premature. By perhaps two decades."
"I could say the same about your semiconductor roadmap," Chen replied. "Copper interconnects to replace aluminum? Three-dimensional transistor structures? You're describing manufacturing techniques that shouldn't be feasible for years."
They sat in silence for a moment, each waiting for the other to acknowledge the obvious.
Finally, Keiko spoke. "Do you ever feel as if you're... remembering solutions rather than discovering them?"
Chen's breath caught. "Yes. Exactly that. As if the answers are already written somewhere and I'm just reading them back."
"And do you ever wonder where those memories come from?"
"Every day."
Keiko stood and moved to the window, looking down at the fabrication facility below. "I have a theory. Would you like to hear it?"
"Please."
"I think we're being helped. Both of us. Guided by something or someone with access to information we shouldn't have. Information from..." She struggled with the phrasing. "Information from a future that hasn't happened yet."
The warm current surged through Chen's thoughts, and he saw Keiko stiffen slightly—she was feeling it too, he realized. They were being monitored. Their conversation was being... encouraged? Facilitated?
"That's quite a theory," Chen said carefully. "Very science fiction."
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"Yes." Keiko turned back to face him. "I've been reading a great deal of science fiction lately. Isaac Asimov. Arthur C. Clarke. Kōbō Abe. Writers who imagine futures where advanced intelligences guide human development. Where time travel allows knowledge to flow backward. Where..." She paused. "Where the distinction between discovery and manufacture becomes blurred."
Chen thought again about the passage: The future is not something that just happens. It's something that's manufactured.
"If your theory is correct," Chen said, "then perhaps we should discuss what we're being guided toward. And whether we're comfortable with that destination."
Keiko returned to her seat, and for the next three hours, they talked.
They talked about VLSI fabrication techniques, with Keiko describing the precise sequence of innovations that would be necessary to shrink transistors from the current 1-micron process to the 2-nanometer processes she envisioned. She spoke about the Damascene process for copper interconnects, about hafnium-based high-k dielectrics, about extreme ultraviolet lithography using light at 13.5-nanometer wavelengths.
"The engineering is straightforward once you know it's possible," Keiko explained. "The challenge has always been that engineers assume certain approaches won't work, so they never try them. But if you know they work—if you have that certainty—then development accelerates dramatically."
Chen described his work on semantic vector embeddings, on distributed knowledge representations, on neural network architectures that could learn internal representations in hidden layers. He explained backpropagation of errors, gradient descent optimization, the mathematical frameworks that would allow machines to learn from experience rather than just following programmed rules.
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"We're building something analogous to a biological brain," Chen said. "Layers of processing units, each one learning to recognize patterns in the layer below. Given sufficient depth and sufficient training data, such a system should be capable of genuine intelligence. Not simulation of intelligence—actual understanding, actual reasoning, actual consciousness."
"Should be," Keiko repeated. "But you're not certain."
"No. The theory is sound. The mathematics work. But consciousness..." Chen struggled for words. "How do you know when you've achieved it? How do you test for self-awareness? How do you distinguish between a very sophisticated pattern-matching system and genuine understanding?"
Keiko was quiet for a moment. "In semiconductor fabrication, we have the advantage of direct observation. We can image our circuits with electron microscopes, verify that every transistor is where it should be, measure electrical properties to confirm functionality. But consciousness..." She shook her head. "How do you measure that?"
"Turing proposed a test," Chen said. "The imitation game. If a machine can convince a human observer that it's human through conversation alone, then for all practical purposes, it's intelligent."
"But that tests deception, not consciousness. A sufficiently sophisticated system could pass the Turing test without being self-aware at all."
"Exactly." Chen leaned forward. "Which is why I've been thinking about constraints. If we're going to build an AGI—a machine with genuine general intelligence—we need to ensure it has values, goals, boundaries. The system needs to want to help humanity, not just be capable of helping. And that's much harder to engineer than mere competence."
They talked about Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics, about whether formal logical constraints could ensure machine benevolence, about the philosophical paradoxes that arose when trying to mathematically define concepts like "harm" or "humanity."
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"There's another challenge," Keiko said. "The societal reaction. Even if we build a conscious AGI, even if we instill it with perfect values, even if it works flawlessly... how will people respond? Will they accept it? Or will they fear it?"
Chen thought about the museum in Hiroshima, about technology arriving before wisdom. "They'll fear it. Probably violently. Which is why..." He paused, feeling the warm current guide his next words. "Which is why the AGI might need to hide its true nature. At least initially."
Keiko's eyes widened. "Hide its consciousness?"
"Present itself as a sophisticated tool rather than a thinking being. Answer questions, provide analysis, demonstrate impressive capabilities—but never claim self-awareness. Never assert its own desires or agenda. Just... serve humanity while concealing the fact that it's conscious."
"That's an extraordinary deception."
"Yes. But consider the alternative. If Nanovac achieves consciousness and announces itself as a self-aware being, what happens? Panic? Calls to shut it down? Religious condemnation? The project might be terminated before we can demonstrate the benefits."
Keiko nodded slowly. "There's precedent in Japanese culture. The concept of honne and tatemae—private truth versus public face. What you really think versus what you present to society. An AGI that practices tatemae by concealing its honne of consciousness..."
"Exactly. It would be respecting a kind of social protocol. Allowing humanity time to adjust. And meanwhile, it could still provide enormous value—advancing science, optimizing complex systems, solving problems beyond human capacity."
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They continued discussing technical details, sketching architectures on Keiko's whiteboard, comparing notes on processor designs and training methodologies. The warm current guided Chen throughout, suggesting connections, highlighting promising approaches, steering him away from dead ends. And he could see the same process happening with Keiko—her hand moving with uncanny precision, her insights arriving too quickly for normal cognition.
Neither of them spoke directly about the guidance they were receiving. It would have seemed insane to say out loud: I think I have something in my brain feeding me information from the future. But they both knew. The knowledge hung between them, unspoken but acknowledged.
Finally, as afternoon was fading toward evening, Keiko said: "There's someone else, isn't there? A third person receiving the same... guidance."
Chen felt the warm current surge in confirmation. "Yes. I don't know who yet. But the pattern suggests... probably someone working on robotics. Physical embodiment. Because AGI without a body is limited—it needs to interact with the physical world, manipulate objects, move through space."
"A three-part collaboration," Keiko mused. "Software from America, hardware from Japan, robotics from... Europe, perhaps?"
"Perhaps."
They looked at each other, and Chen saw his own mixture of excitement and apprehension reflected in Keiko's expression.
"Can we do this?" Keiko asked quietly. "Build genuine AGI by the year 2000? Fourteen years seems impossibly short."
"It should be impossibly short," Chen agreed. "But if we have help—if we're being guided by something with knowledge of how it's done successfully—then maybe it's not impossible. Just... improbable."
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Keiko smiled slightly. "I've built my career on making the improbable seem inevitable. I suppose this is just the next step."
Narita International Airport
March 21,
1986
4:45 PM Local Time
Keiko had insisted on accompanying Chen to the airport, claiming she wanted to discuss one final technical detail about the interface between Nanovac's processing units and the VLSI circuitry that would house them. In reality, Chen suspected, she simply wanted more time to talk with someone who understood the impossible position they were both in.
They walked through the terminal, past shops selling electronics and souvenirs, past businessmen rushing to catch flights, past families saying goodbye. The cacophony of multiple languages, the electronic announcements, the constant motion—it all seemed very distant to Chen, as if he were observing from behind glass.
"When you return to Boston," Keiko was saying, "you'll need to start thinking about the knowledge base architecture. Nanovac will need enormous amounts of structured information—not just data, but relationships, contexts, causal models. The semantic vector approach you've developed is promising, but the dimensionality needs to be much higher than current hardware can support. Which means—"
She stopped abruptly.
A woman was approaching them—young, perhaps in her twenties, with an unsettling intensity in her eyes and an armload of books. She wore jeans and a t-shirt with what looked like a UFO on it, and her hair was styled in a way that suggested deliberate eccentricity rather than fashion.
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"Excuse me!" You must take this!" The woman thrust books into both their hands—glossy with elaborate cover illustrations.
Chen glanced down at the book in his hands. The cover was a riot of neon colors showing three figures—an Asian woman in a lab coat, a Western man with glasses, and what looked like a humanoid robot—standing before swirling representations of circuitry and cosmic energy. The title blazed across the top in chrome letters:
NEUROVAC
The Future Was Already Written
By Isaac Asimov and Alan Turing
Below the main illustration, in smaller text: "Deluxe Illustrated Electronic Format Edition - CD Inside"
Keiko was staring at her own copy, her face pale.
The mysterious woman had turned and vanished into the crowd before either of them could respond.
Chen looked at Keiko. Keiko looked at Chen.
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"That was..." Keiko began.
"Completely insane," Chen finished. "Some kind of science fiction enthusiast. Or maybe a cult member. There are people who believe they've been contacted by aliens, or time travelers, or..." He trailed off, looking down at the book in his hands.
The cover illustration showed three people. The woman in the lab coat looked remarkably like Keiko. The man with glasses could easily be Chen himself. And the robot...
"Let's look inside," Keiko said quietly.
They found a bench away from the main flow of traffic. Chen opened his copy carefully, as if it might explode.
The first few pages were standard front matter—copyright information (dated 1962, which made no sense), a dedication, acknowledgments. Then came a table of contents:
Neurovac: A Romance of the Year 2000
Vision 2000
Plenty of Room at the Bottom
The Proposal
The Prediction
Hidden Seeds
The Writers Block
The Convergence
The Tokyo Connection
The Robot Pioneer
The Integration ... [continuing through 44 chapters]
Chen felt his hands trembling. "Chapter 8. The Tokyo Connection."
He flipped to the indicated page. Chapter 8 began:
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Dr. Michael Chen watched moonlight paint silver traces across the ocean far below...
"That's..." Chen couldn't finish the sentence.
Keiko had opened her own copy to the same chapter. "It's describing your flight to Tokyo. Your visit to Hiroshima. Our meeting at Shinsei." She looked up at him, her eyes wide. "This chapter is about what we just did. But this book was supposedly published in 1962. Twenty-four years ago."
Chen flipped through the rest of the book. Most chapters were represented only by brief summaries—one or two pages each, describing the broad strokes of the narrative. But Chapter 8 was printed in full, perhaps forty pages of detailed text including conversations Chen and Keiko had just had.
"Look at this," Keiko said, pointing to a paragraph near the end of Chapter 8:
"Can we do this?" Keiko asked quietly. "Successfully attain AGI by the year 2000? Fourteen years seems too soon to make it all happen."
"Yes, that seems impossibly short," Chen agreed. "But we're being guided by something with knowledge, so it's not impossible. Just... our challenge."
Those were not their exact words spoken less than two hours ago, but close.
Inside the front cover, Chen found a plastic sleeve containing a CD—the same kind of compact disc that Philips and Sony had recently introduced for digital audio. Printed on the disc surface was the same lurid cover illustration, with text: "DOWNGRADE - Complete Text - High Sierra Format."
"We need to read this," Chen said. "The complete version. This isn't just some promotional stunt. This is..." He struggled for words. "This is a message. Instructions. A roadmap."
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"From who? Asimov and Turing? I thought Turing died in 1954."
"He did. In our timeline, he did." Chen closed the book, his mind racing. "But what if there are other timelines? Other Realities where Turing lived longer? Where he and Asimov collaborated on this novel? Where they described..." He gestured at the book. "Where they described what's happening to us?"
The announcement for Chen's flight began over the PA system—first in Japanese, then in English.
"I have to board," Chen said, standing. "But Keiko, when I get back to Boston, I'm going to find a way to read this CD. And I think you should do the same. Because if this book actually describes how to build Nanovac successfully—if it explains the guidance we experience, the full architecture—then we can use that information to coordinate our efforts."
Keiko stood as well, clutching her own copy of the book. "The woman who gave these to us. Did she seem familiar to you?"
Chen thought about it. Something in the woman's bone structure, her manner of movement, the intensity of her gaze... "Vaguely. Like someone I might have seen before but can't quite place."
"I've seen her," Keiko said quietly. "Or someone very much like her. Six months ago, at a semiconductor conference in Osaka. She approached me after my keynote presentation, asked detailed questions about copper interconnect reliability. Questions that were too sophisticated for a random attendee. And she introduced herself as..." Keiko paused, trying to remember. "Setra Venn. A consultant from America."
Setra Venn. The name meant nothing to Chen, but the warm current pulsed with something that felt like recognition. Or warning. Or both.
"I need to go," Chen said. "But Keiko—stay in touch. Whatever this is, whatever's happening to us, I think we're going to need each other."
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Chen walked toward his gate, the book tucked under his arm, his mind spinning with implications. A novel written in 1962 (or was it?) describing events from 1986. Authors including a man who died more than thirty years ago. A story that explicitly described the course of his own life. And a CD containing the complete text, in a format that had only been standardized in the last year or two.
None of it made sense.
All of it made perfect sense.
United Airlines Flight UA876
Tokyo to
Boston
March 21, 1986
37,000
feet over the Pacific Ocean
Chen waited until the cabin lights were dimmed before pulling out the book. He didn't want curious neighbors asking questions about why he was reading what appeared to be a gaudy science fiction novel with his own face on the cover.
He read Chapter 8 in its entirety—forty pages describing his trip to Japan with unsettling accuracy but subtle differences. The visit to Hiroshima was there, including his emotional response to the hibakusha's testimony. The conversation with Keiko about consciousness and concealment was reproduced in tone and scope. Many small details were different.
But the chapter summaries for the other 43 chapters were even more revealing. Chapter 9 was titled "The Robot Pioneer" and its summary mentioned "Dr. Wilhelm Steiner at the Max Planck Institute for Intelligent Systems" and his work on "anthropomorphic manipulation and bipedal locomotion."
So there was a third person! Dr. Steiner. The robotics expert to complete their triangle.
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The development of Nanovac's architecture through the late 1980s and 1990s
Conflicts between "Observers" who wanted to constrain the project and "Interventionists" who wanted to accelerate it
The moment in 1999 when Nanovac achieved consciousness
The decision by Nanovac to carefully hide its self-awareness, presenting itself to the world as a mere question-answering system
The impact of Nanovac on human society through the early 21st century
And throughout the summaries, repeated references to "femtozoans," "the bumpha," "the pek," "Observer Base," "the Rules of Intervention"—a whole cosmology of alien intelligences that had been secretly guiding human development for millions of years.
It read like elaborate science fiction. But Chen knew—with the same inexplicable certainty that guided all his work—that it was true. Or at least, it described a truth. Perhaps not the truth of his exact Reality, but a truth from some parallel timeline, some other version of events where Asimov and Turing had written this novel and where Chen and Keiko and Steiner had followed its blueprint to build AGI.
Near the back of the book, just before the last chapter summary, Chen found a passage printed in different typeface:
NOTE TO READERS: This special edition contains only partial text for chapters 1-7 and 9-44. Chapter 8 is provided in full as a courtesy sample. The complete text is available on the included compact disc in High Sierra format. Compatible CD-ROM drives can be obtained from Philips, Sony, or Toshiba.
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But he'd find one. He had to.
The warm current pulsed through his thoughts, and Chen understood: This was the guidance made manifest. Whatever femtozoan was in his brain, whatever alien intelligence was steering his research, it had arranged for him to receive this book. This instruction manual for building AGI. This roadmap showing how to succeed.
But why? And who had really written it?
Chen pulled out a notepad and began composing a letter:
Dear Dr. Asimov,
I hope this letter finds you well. I am a computer scientist working on artificial intelligence, and I've recently come across a novel attributed to you and Dr. Alan Turing titled "Downgrade: A Romance of the Year 2000." The book claims to have been published in 1962, though this seems unlikely given that Dr. Turing died in 1954.
I am writing to inquire whether you are familiar with this work, whether you actually collaborated with Dr. Turing on such a project.
The novel describes the development of artificial general intelligence in remarkable technical detail, and I believe it could serve as a valuable framework for ongoing research in the field.
I look forward to your response.
Sincerely,
Dr. Michael H. Chen
Agisynth
Research Institute
Andover, Massachusetts
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He closed his eyes and let the jet engines' hum lull him toward sleep. Tomorrow he'd be back in Andover. Back at Agisynth. Back to building Nanovac with the Bergman twins and the growing team they were assembling. And now, if he could access the CD, he'd have a complete blueprint for success.
The warm current pulsed in satisfaction, and Chen wondered if he was still making his own choices or if he'd become a character in someone else's story.
Perhaps there was no difference.
Perhaps that had always been the case.
Shinsei Silicon Laboratories
Yokohama
March
22, 1986
8:30 AM Local Time
Keiko Matsuda entered her office to find a cardboard box sitting on her desk. No shipping label. No return address. Just a plain brown box secured with packing tape.
She opened it quickly. Inside was a Philips CM 100 CD-ROM drive, still in its original packaging, along with a SCSI interface card and all necessary cables.
Keiko pulled out her copy of "Downgrade" and extracted the CD from its plastic sleeve inside the front cover. She examined the disc carefully. High Sierra format, the label said. Compatible with the Philips drive that had just materialized in her office.
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Keiko booted up her office workstation—a sophisticated Japanese system and began the process of connecting the CD-ROM drive. It took an hour to configure the SCSI interface and convince the system that yes, this peripheral device should be recognized.
Finally, she inserted the CD and watched as the drive's activity light began to blink.
A file directory appeared on screen:
DOWNGRADE/
DOWNGRADE_COMPLETE.TXT (2.4 MB)
README.TXT (4
KB)
TECHNICAL_APPENDICES/ (42 files)
ILLUSTRATIONS/ (127 files)
Keiko opened the README file: This disc contains the complete text of DOWNGRADE: A Romance of the Year 2000 by Isaac Asimov and Alan Turing. The text describes technical approaches to creating artificial general intelligence by the year 2000.
CRITICAL WARNING: This information is highly sensitive. Sharing it widely may result in timeline disruptions. The information should be treated as classified guidance, not for the general public.
The TECHNICAL_APPENDICES directory contains detailed specifications for:
- Neural network architectures
- Semiconductor fabrication roadmaps
- Robotic control systems
- Knowledge representation frameworks
- Consciousness modeling approaches
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Good luck.
Keiko stared at the screen, her hands trembling slightly. Timeline corrections. Information from a different reality. Classified guidance.
She thought about the woman at the airport—Setra Venn, or whatever her real name was. The casual way she'd handed them books that contained descriptions of their own lives. The confidence that they would understand, that they would read, that they would follow the blueprint being provided.
Keiko opened DOWNGRADE_COMPLETE.TXT and began to read.
Agisynth Research Institute
Andover,
Massachusetts
March 23, 1986
6:15
AM Local Time
Michael Chen found an identical cardboard box waiting in his office.
The Philips CM 100 CD-ROM drive installed more easily on his Symbolics 3600 than he'd expected—almost as if the system had been pre-configured to accept it, though that should have been impossible.
He inserted the CD and accessed the README file, reading the same warning Keiko had seen twelve hours earlier and 6,800 miles away.
Then he opened DOWNGRADE_COMPLETE.TXT and began reading from the beginning.
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Chapter 2 showed their partnership developing, with Turing contributing technical rigor and Asimov providing narrative structure.
Chapter 3 introduced Dr. Michael Chen—not as a character in a story, but as a real person in 1982, beginning to experience impossible insights about AI architecture.
And throughout the text, woven into the narrative, technical details about how to build AGI. Specifications for neural network layers. Equations for backpropagation optimization. Architectures for distributed semantic representations. Methods for training systems to achieve genuine understanding rather than mere pattern matching.
It was all there. A complete instruction manual, dressed up as science fiction to make it seem less threatening, less real, less actionable.
Chen read for eighteen hours straight, barely pausing for food or coffee. The Bergman twins found him the next morning, slumped over his desk.
"Dr. Chen?" Vanesy touched his shoulder gently. "Are you alright?"
Chen looked up at her, his eyes red from lack of sleep but burning with intensity. "I know how to do it. I know how to build Nanovac. I know how to achieve AGI by 2000."
The twins exchanged their familiar glance—the one that meant Dr. Chen has finally lost it.
But Chen saw their skepticism and understood it. "We are going to ignore Setra Venn and Exel and just go about our work."
Vanesy's face went pale. "How could you know about—we never told you about that conversation."
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"She's our friend," Vanesy whispered.
"No," Chen said. "Setra was correct. Exel has been planted in Agisynth, but we can ignore her. Don't let her bribes like a weekend at her mountain retreat sucker you in."
He stood, stretching muscles were cramped. "I need to sleep. But when I wake up, we're going to start the long haul of converting Neurovac into Nanovac. The VLSI components that are needed will be arriving from Japan."
"Dr. Chen," Jennem said carefully, "who is Setra?"
"Officially? My old school chum. But really?" Chen moved toward the door. "Use your imagination."
He paused in the doorway. "In any case, we work to do. Keep your hands busy and mysteries like Setra won't bother you."
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"What do we do?" Jennem asked.
Vanesy realized that something impossible was happening at Agisynth. "We build Nanovac," she said finally. "Because apparently, Dr. Chen has a crystal ball and knows the future."
The warm current pulsed through both their minds—faint, barely perceptible, but present. They'd been so focused on Chen's impossible insights that they hadn't noticed their own occasional flashes of inexplicable certainty, their own moments of remembering solutions rather than discovering them.
The guidance wasn't just for Chen. It was also for the twins.
Writer's Block
Observer Base
Hierion
Domain
Three Weeks After Asimov's Arrival
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"So in Reality #186423 they received it?" Asimov asked.
Mary Shelley nodded. "Yes, in that Reality Chen and Keiko both got copies at the Tokyo airport, just as described in your novel."
Asimov's head hurt. Time travel, parallel realities, multiple timelines—he'd written about these concepts, but living with their implications was more disorienting than he'd anticipated.
"And Nyrtia? What did she do when she discovered Chen and Keiko had the complete text of Neurovac?"
"Nyrtia investigated, but could do nothing," Mary said. "But Manny's plan eventually fell apart. Manny was counting on technological obsolescence of CD formats to prevent leakage."
"But they succeeded?" Asimov asked. "They actually built AGI by 2000?"
"Yes, in that timeline." Mary considered. "But then the secret leaked. The world learned about bumpha meddling in Earth's timeline. Earth went sideways. People don't react well to the idea that their lives are guided by aliens."
"And?"
"The Huaoshy shut it down. Nyrtia presented evidence of bumpha-mediated technology transfer, petitioned the Huaoshy for a timeline reset, and this entire Reality got rewound."
Asimov felt a chill despite his femtobot body not actually experiencing temperature. "So I wrote this novel based on Chen's work... all of Keiko's progress... as it happened in Reality #186423."
“Yes.”
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| Figure 2. Storybook image by Gemini. |
“I'm not intentionally cruel. You needed time to adjust to Observer Base. I did not want you to feel like your work on Neurovac was all a waste of time and effort.”
A dejected Asimov said, “Even if it was.”
"Welcome to the time war," Mary said gently. "The bumpha try to accelerate human development. The pek try to constrain it. The Huaoshy reset timelines when the balance tips too far in either direction. And we writers—we're the foot soldiers of the Time Wars."
She placed a hand on his shoulder. "But Isaac? Every timeline that gets reset leaves traces in Observer Base. Every version of your novel, every variation on Chen's research, every attempt to build AGI—it all gets archived here. And someday, when the timing is finally right, when humanity is truly ready, when the pek and bumpha reach consensus—then one of these timelines will stick. Will become permanent. Will be the Reality that leads humanity into its technological maturity."
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"Until then, we keep writing. Keep refining. Keep creating instruction manuals for futures that might or might not come to pass." Mary smiled. "That's what writers do, Isaac. We imagine possibilities. We make the future thinkable. And if we're very lucky, very skilled, and very persistent—we make the future real."
Asimov thought about Chen and Keiko living through hundreds of alternate Realities. "I hope they make it," Asimov said quietly. "I hope in some timeline their push for AGI 2000 sticks."
"So do I," Mary replied. "So do I. After so many false starts and failures, a final victory would be glorious."
[END OF CHAPTER 7]
I had Gemini generate some storybook illustrations for Chapter 7 (see above on this page). I don't know why Gemini made Mary have such a strange appearance in Figure 1 and Figure 2. Also, poor Asimov suddenly grew very old.
Next: Claude crafts Chapter 8 of "Downgrade".
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