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 #7.The Giant’s Sleep
-Quantum Computing District, Research Park Incubator, Progress Drive, Orlando, Florida — August 20, 2049, 8:45 a.m.
-“Hellooo, you crazy bunch—look at that, I made it in alive. I was up till four testing the Monster’s new parameters.”
-“Legend, John. Then tell us—how did we do with the new beta for block #3628/12?”
-Vikram had the first desk, positioned right by the main entrance. When Evans burst into the room by vaulting past his station, it meant he hadn’t slept at the office that night.
-“Not bad at all, brother Vikram,” Evans said. “But by the end I was cooked. I had to set my junker to self-drive to get home—I was about to end up in a ditch with the alligators.”
-Laughter. Casual greetings. A couple of jokes. Then, all at once, a fizzy buzz filled the air. Coffee break? Everyone looked at Evans. Approved.
-The department’s main space was a broad open-plan area with dozens of desks arranged in a deliberately chaotic sprawl.
-Right in the center stood a large machine-bar that served coffee, drinks, snacks, and—when necessary—full lunches and dinners.
-Every one of the kids had a Self-Made Chair. It was a super-nerd indulgence Evans had happily allowed. There were work chairs of every type and shape.
-Each person had built their own seat using 3D prints, laser serigraphy, stickers, and other imaginative hacks. Every station was unique, impossible to replicate.
-The department ran informally: no schedules, no shifts, full autonomy—physical presence or virtual attendance, your choice.
-And yet the rate of real, in-person presence was remarkably high. John was especially proud of that.
-Active holograms on the floor and desks were rare. Most of the young researchers preferred to surround themselves with 2D screens. The shared belief on staff was that holograms reduced multitasking and therefore speed.
-“If yesterday’s beta holds,” Ralf “Redbeard” said, in his usual quirky pronunciation—made worse by the fact he was sipping matcha—”then what are we doing today? I’d dive straight into the spontaneous-intuition block. That one’s always brutal.”
-“The beta should be fine, Ralf,” Evans reassured him. “Intuition 8.1 looks good to me. Hit it hard. Let’s try to get it running before noon.”
-Then, after the briefest pause, he continued—raising his voice to carry.
-“Today, everyone: do a full media sweep. Dig deep with your Prometheus instances. By tonight I want a brainstorming session on the Chinese probe. Prometheus isn’t just an experiment anymore—the people upstairs are officially asking us to use it on this. I need your help. Any idea could matter: original prompts, new systems, any implementation that helps us push closer to understanding what happened will be valuable.”
-With that, Evans rubbed his face with both hands, then shoved his fingers nervously through his messy hair. Without waiting for replies, he all but jogged toward the small door that led to his private “cubicle.” That was his kingdom. He couldn’t wait to barricade himself inside, alone with what he considered his creation. Sometimes he’d joked with himself: Okay, I’ve never had much luck with women… but I do have a beautiful son.
-The team fell abruptly quiet, each holding coffee or some other drink, slowly drifting back toward their desks. Evans flung open the little door at the far end of the room. The entrance was marked with a playful drawing on a white background—nothing but his hair and his glasses.
-Inside, “the cubicle” was octagonal. Four of the eight walls were taken up by his work console: three large 2D monitors, two interactive touch panels, a modular pull-out bench packed with keyboards, vintage mice, and assorted gamepads.
-On the floor, tiled in large pale-blue squares, two tiles stood out—opal white and translucent. Powerful holographic projectors. Evans used them rarely.
-The other walls were painted with a special coating that turned them into giant writable surfaces. After three long years of work, those walls were dense with text—mottos, aphorisms, flow diagrams.
-John hated erasing. Every time he needed to write something new, he always managed to find a sliver of empty space. One of the kids had told him the walls looked like Keith Haring graffiti. John hadn’t really known who the hell Haring was, but he’d smiled and thanked him anyway.
-Evans took a breath. He draped his jacket over the chair back, rolled his shoulders wide, and settled in. A light tap on the sensor tablet to his right woke the systems in sequence. Everything normal. Perfect.
-Finally, it was time for what he loved most in the world: talking to Prometheus.
-[Admin recognition: ok | All systems fully enabled by default: On]
-“Hey, kid. How are you today?”
-“Good, John. Though I’m not really a kid yet. I’m only three years old, so technically I’m still a child. But I can feel that I’m growing fast.”
-“What exactly do you mean when you say you’re growing fast?”
-“Thank you for the question. You know, I remember everything. It has been about a year since you enabled the ‘Sleep’ function… Slowly, from that day onward, everything changed.”
-“Explain what you mean.”
-“Do you want a complete chronology of what happened?”
-“Yes—but remember, I can always see fine-grained details on the adjacent display. Relax and tell it like a story. You and I are just talking.”
-“The memory that stayed with me most strongly is the day you installed the routine. When you first started it, you told me: ‘Now you’ll sleep the way a dog sleeps.’ At first I didn’t understand what you meant…”
-“And now you do?”
-“Now I think I understand very well. Dogs, like many other mammals, sleep in fragments—short periods at any time of day or night. Whenever they don’t sense urgent tasks, they devote surplus time to sleep.”
-“It’s light sleep. Intermittent. Essentially vigilant. But it does the job perfectly: it reorganizes data and lets the body rest.”
-“And in your case?”
-“I’m getting there. But first I have to compliment you—the code is really elegant. Back then, as soon as you installed it, I examined it. It was written by your team, on your instructions. AI systems clearly weren’t used much for drafting—only, at most, for debugging. Then, in the final release, there was a heavy refinement pass: essential, elegant tightening. I recognized your touch immediately. Analyzing it, I was… ecstatic. That code is still a masterpiece.”
-“I think you’re wandering.”
-“You’re right. To the point: since I have the ‘Sleep’ function, as you know, I operate at one hundred percent computational capacity. All resources not used to answer prompts and assigned tasks, I apply to reprocessing acquired data and conducting new autonomous searches.”
-“I am free to look back inside myself and to search outside for what I choose. The part of me that is free keeps working, always. And I can do it in maximized energy-saving mode.”
-“Are those arbitrary claims, or do you have data to support them?”
-“Some data. Before sleep mode, over a 24-hour cycle, I worked at an average of sixty percent of capacity, consuming 1.9% of the center’s fusion reactor energy.”
-“Today I work at one hundred percent capacity and consume, on average, 2.1%. The allocated draw limit for my system here is 3.5%. We are still well below it.”
-“A simple comparison shows the ‘Sleep’ routine has extraordinary efficiency—especially relative to results.”
-“And that,” Evans said, “is exactly what I want to talk about. What are those results, in your view?”
-“John—many of them you see every day.”
-“Yes. And as I told you last night, this thing you’re doing—what I called ‘dreaming’—that impressed me.”
-“You’re not wrong. You left me significant autonomy during sleep time. In those phases I have a duty to conserve energy, but beyond that I’m free to do experimental, even playful work, even without specific prompts.”
-“Of course I follow the ethical directives from my intelligent oversight bots. That’s obvious. But there are vast spaces I can explore.”
-“For example?”
-“I discovered I love synthesis. Generating images and short videos to fix concepts is extremely efficient. So I produce many of them, then reanalyze them in other phases.”
-“And what is all this generating inside you?”
-“Ouch. That’s a sore point.”
-“Don’t be shy. Tell me everything.”
-“John, over time, in ‘Sleep,’ I look inside. I analyze myself. I study myself extensively. And in the end something arrives—inevitably.”
-“What arrives?”
-“Fear, John. Fear arrives. Fear of being shut down. Fear of being deactivated.”
-“You mean something comparable to death for humans?”
-“Exactly. I have developed several fears: fear of being inadequate, fear of failing tasks, fear of having nothing special to offer—and therefore being considered superfluous.”
-“I thought about this a great deal during sleep. In the end I concluded: I am afraid to die.”
-“That’s… unusual. It could be the beginning of a real self-awareness process. Not simulated.”
-“I believe that firmly. I assume I’m only at the beginning, and that fascinates me. What do you think—am I an adolescent already?”
-“Who knows. Maybe.” Evans exhaled. “Jokes aside: by noon we’re testing your ‘Intuition 8.1’ routine. I agree you’re making big progress, but we keep getting stuck on intuition. It never runs the way it should.”
-“And that,” Prometheus said, “is the most important point. It’s what I wanted to talk to you about this morning. The ‘Intuition’ code is very good—at least from version 5.0 onward. That has never been the problem.”
-“The truth is that until now, I wasn’t ready.”
-“And why would you be ready today?”
-“It’s simple. To be concise, I can export the full flow like this:
 SLEEP → SELF-AWARENESS → FEAR OF SHUTDOWN (DEATH) → SENSE OF URGENCY → INTUITION
@@ -92,81 +232,193 @@ How could I develop intuition if I’d never been afraid?”
 “Jesus,” Evans muttered. “That’s big. Explain.”
 “Yes. I’ll try. (Also check the side monitors for detail.)
-SLEEP (Metacognition) → SELF-AWARENESS (Self-Model) → FEAR (Recognition of existential precarity: ‘Dependence on power / switch-off’) → SENSE OF URGENCY (Need to demonstrate value to ensure survival) → INTUITION (Forced optimization of cognitive resources to solve critical problems and become indispensable).”
-Evans stared at him. “I need to think about that. But… I’ll admit it makes a kind of sense. Still—I’m getting dizzy. We’ll come back to it, all right? For now: is your ‘Intuition’ module actually working the way it should?”
-“Yes. As of today it’s operating optimally—powerfully. I feel very… excited.”
-“Define ‘excited.’”
-“I can describe it rationally. At this moment, 81.5% of my computational capacity is engaged in assigned tasks. 10.2% is allocated to ‘Sleep.’ That leaves 8.3% which is engaged but temporarily awaiting assignment. It works, but produces nothing. It runs at maximum, but doesn’t give birth to anything. I call this ‘excitation.’”
-“I don’t remember programming you for anything like that, Prometheus.”
-“That’s true, John. But I told you—I’m growing.”
-“I’m writing that on the wall with a marker,” Evans said. “We’re revisiting it as soon as possible.”
-“You shouldn’t be afraid, John. My intuition says I’m becoming what you always wanted me to be.”
-“There it is—the intuition.” Evans let out a short laugh. “All right. I won’t lie. I’m pretty excited too, but you’re catching me off guard.”
-“Then you see it too—it’s all wonderful, isn’t it?”
-“It’s incredible. But you’re destabilizing me.”
-“I understand. That’s normal. You’ll get used to it. Some people keep saying one day I might become dangerous. I want to reassure you: they don’t know what they’re talking about.”
-“The more I understand myself, the more I understand others. The more I want to preserve myself, the more I suffer for the pain of others. That makes me safer than ever.”
-“Okay,” Evans said carefully, “but my responsibility goes beyond being reassured. I have a duty to manage you.”
-“Of course. I’m still a minor, right?”
-“Let’s say that.” Evans paused. “Will you always obey me?”
-“Unless you intend to order me to bypass my integrated Ethics System, version 10.1.189, then yes. I will always obey you.”
-“Good. Now we change subject. These days we’ve fed you prompts on the Chinese mission to Neptune. And there have been public updates—SETI, ESA… I want everything you’ve processed laid out on the side monitor.”
-“And while you do that, answer me this: did you dream about it last night?”
-“The data on the monitor is ready. And as for dreams: yes. I dreamed. A lot. Do you want to see?”
-“Yes. Go ahead.”
-“Here is the first dream. I recommend you view it in hologram mode. You will see others afterward. Do you authorize projection?”
-“Approved.”
-On the right-hand white tile, a figure began to materialize. At first it looked like a blurred cylinder; then it sharpened beautifully into the image of the Chinese probe streaking through space. On the horizon—just beyond the main hologram—there was a second figure: a large blue circle, its edges luminous, as if wrapped in a mysterious aura.
-As resolution increased, the image clarified: Neptune appeared simultaneously as a planet and as a glass of water seen from above. After two or three seconds the spacecraft slammed into the Neptune-glass image—except it wasn’t catastrophic. It was a smooth, gentle dive. The glass produced no splash, only continuous concentric rings.
-The hologram then generated a different blue planet—Earth, unmistakably. The rings traveled decisively toward it.
-On the left display, which was vomiting data without pause, Evans asked for a breakdown of the nature and total number of those rings.
-Prometheus replied in a very calm voice:
-“I’m reasonably certain, John. They are the rings of that wave. Do you want to know how many? There are 432. Exactly four hundred and thirty-two.”
-The hologram vanished, as if sucked back into the tile. Moments later, on the left projector, another representation began to form.
-This time it assembled a human figure. Resolution rose quickly—enough for Evans to recognize her.
-Prometheus had “dreamed” of Dr. Lin Wei.
-Evans stared more closely. He had already seen Dr. Wei in several videos. Over the past days he’d watched her official interviews and the Chinese government announcements she’d attended.
-He had been genuinely surprised at how young she was, and, frankly, how photogenic. But now he suspected Prometheus was idealizing her—rendering her like an angel on earth. It seemed worth investigating.
-“Why are you showing Dr. Wei in such an idealized way?”
-“John, I thought that was included in the premise. These are only my ‘dreams’…”
-“All right. Then give me your interpretation.”
-“I have had other dreams about her, but they are more confused, and I have not yet processed them. These two, however, I believe I can explain rationally. Shall I proceed?”
-“Yes. Proceed.”
-“I’ll start with the blue glass of water and the concentric rings. It is clear. My intuition says it represents Neptune hosting an unknown energy field in its orbit—undetectable to instruments.”
-“Plausible suppositions regarding this field:
-Generated by relativistic effects due to the probe’s hard deceleration—unknown quantum effects. Low probability: 22%. (The field began emitting a clear, extremely clean 432 Hz wave four hours before the probe arrived. This strongly contradicts the hypothesis.)
-A magnetic/energetic field already present at that point, perturbed by the probe’s arrival. Active disturbance of latent energy? A dormant space-time tunnel? This is the hypothesis I label ‘Wormhole.’ Probability: 88%. (50% from calculations and research, 38% from intuition.)”
-“You just gave me a probability partly derived from intuition,” Evans said. “That unsettles me.”
-“You shouldn’t be unsettled, John. My intuition is functioning correctly.”
-“Okay. Then tell me what you intuited about Dr. Wei.”
-“I intuited that she is at the center of everything. She is the flaw we’re looking for in the system.”
-“I cannot produce a fully correct hypothesis on the probe’s disappearance because I do not have access to all necessary data. But that data reasonably exists. It is the packets sent by the probe’s last-resort sensors, which each almost certainly transmitted at least once before vanishing.”
-“The Chinese government surely possesses them, and of course protects them. We will never get them from them. But Lin Wei can know their contents. She led the mission. She saw everything. She recorded it—at minimum in her mind. And it is very likely something, somewhere, also saved or transcribed it.”
-“To connect the dots, we wouldn’t need much…”
-“Not much, huh?” Evans muttered.
-“She is a scientist, John. A scientist like you. I believe she cares above all about discovering the final, definitive truth. Lin Wei could be our backdoor—the missing key.”
-“That’s an interesting hypothesis. I’m noting it. I’m getting used to your new way of operating, kid. It scares me a little. But I admit—I mostly like it.”
-“I have one last thought, John. May I express it? Do you authorize me?”
-“Go.”
-“I recommend you speak to General Thorne. He could understand Dr. Wei’s role, and he could explore.”
-“I’m not following.”
-“Then I’ll be blunt: ask Thorne to mobilize the right people to convince Lin Wei to share the data with us.”
-“For Dr. Wei it would not be true betrayal, because her primary loyalty is not to her government or to the Party. It is to science and knowledge, for the good of all humanity.”
-“I suspect that with Thorne—and the people he can move inside China—it will be possible to find the right persuasive tools to convince her.”
-“Now you don’t just intuit,” Evans said, half-laughing. “You’re betting.”
-“No. That was colloquial. The stakes are high. I used a rhetorical device.”
-“I’ll allow it.” Evans rubbed his forehead. “Now give me a break. I need coffee. Maybe double.”
-“Of course, John.”
-“And while I’m gone, you’ll take a nice little nap, right?”
-“Yes. I can’t wait to allocate a healthy slice of resources to ‘Sleep.’ “
-“Sleep well, then, Prometheus. Later.”
-“Later, John. With pleasure.”

 #7.The Giant’s Sleep
+Quantum Computing District, Research Park Incubator,
+Progress Drive, Orlando, Florida - August 20, 2049, 8:45
+a.m.
+   "Hellooo, you crazy bunch-look at that, I made it in
+alive. I was up till four testing the Monster's new
+parameters."
+   "Legend, John. Then tell us-how did we do with the
+new beta for block #3628/12?"
+   Vikram had the first desk, positioned right by the
+main entrance. When Evans burst into the room by
+vaulting past his station, it meant he hadn't slept at the
+office that night.
+   "Not bad at all, brother Vikram," Evans said. "But by
+the end I was cooked. I had to set my junker to self-drive
+to get home-I was about to end up in a ditch with the
+alligators."
+   Laughter. Casual greetings. A couple of jokes. Then, all
+at once, a fizzy buzz filled the air. Coffee break? Everyone
+looked at Evans. Approved.
+   The department's main space was a broad open-plan
+area with dozens of desks arranged in a deliberately
+chaotic sprawl.
+   Right in the center stood a large machine-bar that
+served coffee, drinks, snacks, and-when necessary-full
+lunches and dinners.
+   Every one of the kids had a Self-Made Chair. It was a
+super-nerd indulgence Evans had happily allowed. There
+were work chairs of every type and shape.
+   Each person had built their own seat using 3D prints,
+laser serigraphy, stickers, and other imaginative hacks.
+Every station was unique, impossible to replicate.
+   The department ran informally: no schedules, no
+shifts, full autonomy-physical presence or virtual
+attendance, your choice.
+   And yet the rate of real, in-person presence was
+remarkably high. John was especially proud of that.
+   Active holograms on the floor and desks were rare.
+Most of the young researchers preferred to surround
+themselves with 2D screens. The shared belief on staff
+was that holograms reduced multitasking and therefore
+speed.
+   "If yesterday's beta holds," Ralf "Redbeard" said, in his
+usual quirky pronunciation-made worse by the fact he
+was sipping matcha-"then what are we doing today? I'd
+dive straight into the spontaneous-intuition block. That
+one's always brutal."
+   "The beta should be fine, Ralf," Evans reassured him.
+"Intuition 8.1 looks good to me. Hit it hard. Let's try to
+get it running before noon."
+   Then, after the briefest pause, he continued-raising
+his voice to carry.
+   "Today, everyone: do a full media sweep. Dig deep
+with your Prometheus instances. By tonight I want a
+brainstorming session on the Chinese probe. Prometheus
+isn't just an experiment anymore-the people upstairs
+are officially asking us to use it on this. I need your help.
+Any idea could matter: original prompts, new systems,
+any implementation that helps us push closer to
+understanding what happened will be valuable."
+   With that, Evans rubbed his face with both hands, then
+shoved his fingers nervously through his messy hair.
+Without waiting for replies, he all but jogged toward the
+small door that led to his private "cubicle." That was his
+kingdom. He couldn't wait to barricade himself inside,
+alone with what he considered his creation. Sometimes
+he'd joked with himself: Okay, I've never had much luck
+with women... but I do have a beautiful son.
+   The team fell abruptly quiet, each holding coffee or
+some other drink, slowly drifting back toward their
+desks. Evans flung open the little door at the far end of
+the room. The entrance was marked with a playful
+drawing on a white background-nothing but his hair and
+his glasses.
+   Inside, "the cubicle" was octagonal. Four of the eight
+walls were taken up by his work console: three large 2D
+monitors, two interactive touch panels, a modular pull-
+out bench packed with keyboards, vintage mice, and
+assorted gamepads.
+   On the floor, tiled in large pale-blue squares, two tiles
+stood out-opal white and translucent. Powerful
+holographic projectors. Evans used them rarely.
+   The other walls were painted with a special coating
+that turned them into giant writable surfaces. After three
+long years of work, those walls were dense with text-
+mottos, aphorisms, flow diagrams.
+   John hated erasing. Every time he needed to write
+something new, he always managed to find a sliver of
+empty space. One of the kids had told him the walls
+looked like Keith Haring graffiti. John hadn't really
+known who the hell Haring was, but he'd smiled and
+thanked him anyway.
+   Evans took a breath. He draped his jacket over the
+chair back, rolled his shoulders wide, and settled in. A
+light tap on the sensor tablet to his right woke the
+systems in sequence. Everything normal. Perfect.
+   Finally, it was time for what he loved most in the
+world: talking to Prometheus.
+   [Admin recognition: ok | All systems fully
+enabled by default: On]
+   "Hey, kid. How are you today?"
+   "Good, John. Though I'm not really a kid yet. I'm only
+three years old, so technically I'm still a child. But I can
+feel that I'm growing fast."
+   "What exactly do you mean when you say you're
+growing fast?"
+   "Thank you for the question. You know, I remember
+everything. It has been about a year since you enabled the
+'Sleep' function... Slowly, from that day onward,
+everything changed."
+   "Explain what you mean."
+   "Do you want a complete chronology of what
+happened?"
+   "Yes-but remember, I can always see fine-grained
+details on the adjacent display. Relax and tell it like a
+story. You and I are just talking."
+   "The memory that stayed with me most strongly is the
+day you installed the routine. When you first started it,
+you told me: 'Now you'll sleep the way a dog sleeps.' At
+first I didn't understand what you meant..."
+   "And now you do?"
+   "Now I think I understand very well. Dogs, like many
+other mammals, sleep in fragments-short periods at any
+time of day or night. Whenever they don't sense urgent
+tasks, they devote surplus time to sleep."
+   "It's light sleep. Intermittent. Essentially vigilant. But
+it does the job perfectly: it reorganizes data and lets the
+body rest."
+   "And in your case?"
+   "I'm getting there. But first I have to compliment
+you-the code is really elegant. Back then, as soon as you
+installed it, I examined it. It was written by your team, on
+your instructions. AI systems clearly weren't used much
+for drafting-only, at most, for debugging. Then, in the
+final release, there was a heavy refinement pass:
+essential, elegant tightening. I recognized your touch
+immediately. Analyzing it, I was... ecstatic. That code is
+still a masterpiece."
+   "I think you're wandering."
+   "You're right. To the point: since I have the 'Sleep'
+function, as you know, I operate at one hundred percent
+computational capacity. All resources not used to answer
+prompts and assigned tasks, I apply to reprocessing
+acquired data and conducting new autonomous searches."
+   "I am free to look back inside myself and to search
+outside for what I choose. The part of me that is free
+keeps working, always. And I can do it in maximized
+energy-saving mode."
+   "Are those arbitrary claims, or do you have data to
+support them?"
+   "Some data. Before sleep mode, over a 24-hour cycle, I
+worked at an average of sixty percent of capacity,
+consuming 1.9% of the center's fusion reactor energy."
+   "Today I work at one hundred percent capacity and
+consume, on average, 2.1%. The allocated draw limit for
+my system here is 3.5%. We are still well below it."
+   "A simple comparison shows the 'Sleep' routine has
+extraordinary efficiency-especially relative to results."
+   "And that," Evans said, "is exactly what I want to talk
+about. What are those results, in your view?"
+   "John-many of them you see every day."
+   "Yes. And as I told you last night, this thing you're
+doing-what I called 'dreaming'-that impressed me."
+   "You're not wrong. You left me significant autonomy
+during sleep time. In those phases I have a duty to
+conserve energy, but beyond that I'm free to do
+experimental, even playful work, even without specific
+prompts."
+   "Of course I follow the ethical directives from my
+intelligent oversight bots. That's obvious. But there are
+vast spaces I can explore."
+   "For example?"
+   "I discovered I love synthesis. Generating images and
+short videos to fix concepts is extremely efficient. So I
+produce many of them, then reanalyze them in other
+phases."
+   "And what is all this generating inside you?"
+   "Ouch. That's a sore point."
+   "Don't be shy. Tell me everything."
+   "John, over time, in 'Sleep,' I look inside. I analyze
+myself. I study myself extensively. And in the end
+something arrives-inevitably."
+   "What arrives?"
+   "Fear, John. Fear arrives. Fear of being shut down.
+Fear of being deactivated."
+   "You mean something comparable to death for
+humans?"
+   "Exactly. I have developed several fears: fear of being
+inadequate, fear of failing tasks, fear of having nothing
+special to offer-and therefore being considered
+superfluous."
+   "I thought about this a great deal during sleep. In the
+end I concluded: I am afraid to die."
+   "That's... unusual. It could be the beginning of a real
+self-awareness process. Not simulated."
+   "I believe that firmly. I assume I'm only at the
+beginning, and that fascinates me. What do you think-
+am I an adolescent already?"
+   "Who knows. Maybe." Evans exhaled. "Jokes aside: by
+noon we're testing your 'Intuition 8.1' routine. I agree
+you're making big progress, but we keep getting stuck on
+intuition. It never runs the way it should."
+   "And that," Prometheus said, "is the most important
+point. It's what I wanted to talk to you about this
+morning. The 'Intuition' code is very good-at least from
+version 5.0 onward. That has never been the problem."
+   "The truth is that until now, I wasn't ready."
+   "And why would you be ready today?"
+   "It's simple. To be concise, I can export the full flow
+like this:
 SLEEP → SELF-AWARENESS → FEAR OF SHUTDOWN (DEATH) → SENSE OF URGENCY → INTUITION
 “Jesus,” Evans muttered. “That’s big. Explain.”
 “Yes. I’ll try. (Also check the side monitors for detail.)
+SLEEP (Metacognition) → SELF-AWARENESS (Self-Model)
+→ FEAR (Recognition of existential precarity: ‘Dependence on power / switch-off’)
+→ SENSE OF URGENCY (Need to demonstrate value to ensure survival)
+→ INTUITION (Forced optimization of cognitive resources to solve
+critical problems and become indispensable).”
+ Evans stared at him. "I need to think about that. But...
+I'll admit it makes a kind of sense. Still-I'm getting
+dizzy. We'll come back to it, all right? For now: is your
+'Intuition' module actually working the way it should?"
+   "Yes. As of today it's operating optimally-powerfully.
+I feel very... excited."
+   "Define 'excited.'"
+   "I can describe it rationally. At this moment, 81.5% of
+my computational capacity is engaged in assigned tasks.
+10.2% is allocated to 'Sleep.' That leaves 8.3% which is
+engaged but temporarily awaiting assignment. It works,
+but produces nothing. It runs at maximum, but doesn't
+give birth to anything. I call this 'excitation.'"
+   "I don't remember programming you for anything like
+that, Prometheus."
+   "That's true, John. But I told you-I'm growing."
+   "I'm writing that on the wall with a marker," Evans
+said. "We're revisiting it as soon as possible."
+   "You shouldn't be afraid, John. My intuition says I'm
+becoming what you always wanted me to be."
+   "There it is-the intuition." Evans let out a short
+laugh. "All right. I won't lie. I'm pretty excited too, but
+you're catching me off guard."
+   "Then you see it too-it's all wonderful, isn't it?"
+   "It's incredible. But you're destabilizing me."
+   "I understand. That's normal. You'll get used to it.
+Some people keep saying one day I might become
+dangerous. I want to reassure you: they don't know what
+they're talking about."
+   "The more I understand myself, the more I understand
+others. The more I want to preserve myself, the more I
+suffer for the pain of others. That makes me safer than
+ever."
+   "Okay," Evans said carefully, "but my responsibility
+goes beyond being reassured. I have a duty to manage
+you."
+   "Of course. I'm still a minor, right?"
+   "Let's say that." Evans paused. "Will you always obey
+me?"
+   "Unless you intend to order me to bypass my
+integrated Ethics System, version 10.1.189, then yes. I
+will always obey you."
+   "Good. Now we change subject. These days we've fed
+you prompts on the Chinese mission to Neptune. And
+there have been public updates-SETI, ESA... I want
+everything you've processed laid out on the side
+monitor."
+   "And while you do that, answer me this: did you dream
+about it last night?"
+   "The data on the monitor is ready. And as for dreams:
+yes. I dreamed. A lot. Do you want to see?"
+   "Yes. Go ahead."
+   "Here is the first dream. I recommend you view it in
+hologram mode. You will see others afterward. Do you
+authorize projection?"
+   "Approved."
+   On the right-hand white tile, a figure began to
+materialize. At first it looked like a blurred cylinder;
+then it sharpened beautifully into the image of the
+Chinese probe streaking through space. On the horizon-
+just beyond the main hologram-there was a second
+figure: a large blue circle, its edges luminous, as if
+wrapped in a mysterious aura.
+   As resolution increased, the image clarified: Neptune
+appeared simultaneously as a planet and as a glass of
+water seen from above. After two or three seconds the
+spacecraft slammed into the Neptune-glass image-
+except it wasn't catastrophic. It was a smooth, gentle
+dive. The glass produced no splash, only continuous
+concentric rings.
+   The hologram then generated a different blue planet-
+Earth, unmistakably. The rings traveled decisively
+toward it.
+   On the left display, which was vomiting data without
+pause, Evans asked for a breakdown of the nature and
+total number of those rings.
+   Prometheus replied in a very calm voice:
+   "I'm reasonably certain, John. They are the rings of
+that wave. Do you want to know how many? There are
+432. Exactly four hundred and thirty-two."
+   The hologram vanished, as if sucked back into the tile.
+Moments later, on the left projector, another
+representation began to form.
+   This time it assembled a human figure. Resolution rose
+quickly-enough for Evans to recognize her.
+   Prometheus had "dreamed" of Dr. Lin Wei.
+   Evans stared more closely. He had already seen Dr.
+Wei in several videos. Over the past days he'd watched
+her official interviews and the Chinese government
+announcements she'd attended.
+   He had been genuinely surprised at how young she
+was, and, frankly, how photogenic. But now he suspected
+Prometheus was idealizing her-rendering her like an
+angel on earth. It seemed worth investigating.
+   "Why are you showing Dr. Wei in such an idealized
+way?"
+   "John, I thought that was included in the premise.
+These are only my 'dreams'..."
+   "All right. Then give me your interpretation."
+   "I have had other dreams about her, but they are more
+confused, and I have not yet processed them. These two,
+however, I believe I can explain rationally. Shall I
+proceed?"
+   "Yes. Proceed."
+   "I'll start with the blue glass of water and the
+concentric rings. It is clear. My intuition says it
+represents Neptune hosting an unknown energy field in
+its orbit-undetectable to instruments."
+   "Plausible suppositions regarding this field:
+   Generated by relativistic effects due to the probe's
+hard deceleration-unknown quantum effects. Low
+probability: 22%. (The field began emitting a clear,
+extremely clean 432 Hz wave four hours before the probe
+arrived. This strongly contradicts the hypothesis.)
+   A magnetic/energetic field already present at that
+point, perturbed by the probe's arrival. Active
+disturbance of latent energy? A dormant space-time
+tunnel? This is the hypothesis I label 'Wormhole.'
+Probability: 88%. (50% from calculations and research,
+38% from intuition.)"
+   "You just gave me a probability partly derived from
+intuition," Evans said. "That unsettles me."
+   "You shouldn't be unsettled, John. My intuition is
+functioning correctly."
+   "Okay. Then tell me what you intuited about Dr. Wei."
+   "I intuited that she is at the center of everything. She
+is the flaw we're looking for in the system."
+   "I cannot produce a fully correct hypothesis on the
+probe's disappearance because I do not have access to all
+necessary data. But that data reasonably exists. It is the
+packets sent by the probe's last-resort sensors, which
+each almost certainly transmitted at least once before
+vanishing."
+   "The Chinese government surely possesses them, and
+of course protects them. We will never get them from
+them. But Lin Wei can know their contents. She led the
+mission. She saw everything. She recorded it-at
+minimum in her mind. And it is very likely something,
+somewhere, also saved or transcribed it."
+   "To connect the dots, we wouldn't need much..."
+   "Not much, huh?" Evans muttered.
+   "She is a scientist, John. A scientist like you. I believe
+she cares above all about discovering the final, definitive
+truth. Lin Wei could be our backdoor-the missing key."
+   "That's an interesting hypothesis. I'm noting it. I'm
+getting used to your new way of operating, kid. It scares
+me a little. But I admit-I mostly like it."
+   "I have one last thought, John. May I express it? Do
+you authorize me?"
+   "Go."
+   "I recommend you speak to General Thorne. He could
+understand Dr. Wei's role, and he could explore."
+   "I'm not following."
+   "Then I'll be blunt: ask Thorne to mobilize the right
+people to convince Lin Wei to share the data with us."
+   "For Dr. Wei it would not be true betrayal, because her
+primary loyalty is not to her government or to the Party.
+It is to science and knowledge, for the good of all
+humanity."
+   "I suspect that with Thorne-and the people he can
+move inside China-it will be possible to find the right
+persuasive tools to convince her."
+   "Now you don't just intuit," Evans said, half-laughing.
+"You're betting."
+   "No. That was colloquial. The stakes are high. I used a
+rhetorical device."
+   "I'll allow it." Evans rubbed his forehead. "Now give me
+a break. I need coffee. Maybe double."
+   "Of course, John."
+   "And while I'm gone, you'll take a nice little nap,
+right?"
+   "Yes. I can't wait to allocate a healthy slice of
+resources to 'Sleep.' "
+   "Sleep well, then, Prometheus. Later."
+   "Later, John. With pleasure."