sn2010
April 1st, 2010, 12:03 PM
Hi,
I posted a question here a few weeks ago in search of a title/author of a story and had a couple of people provide the answer ("Unaccompanied Sonata" by Orson Scott Card)--many thanks to all who responded.
I come with a similar question, in hopes that the kind people of this forum will be able to help me (and my middle school science fiction club) again. The story whose title/author I am searching for is a story about a person--I think it was a guy, or maybe a guy and his friend--who is working on trying to create a computer that will generate truly random information, not just simulated randomness. As he gets closer and closer in his attempts, the "random" information begins to contain coherent thoughts, snippets of Shakespeare . . . and eventually he begins to think that he is talking to God, so he asks his machine, what is the meaning of life (or something like that.) I'm almost positive that the thing responds "The answer is I don't know." The machine also knew that as a child he seemed to have a lisp, but his lisping was actually him pronouncing something correctly in a way that nobody else could understand. Does this description ring a bell?
And while I'm at it, does anybody have any other short story recommendations for a middle school sci fi club?
Thanks so much--Sam
I posted a question here a few weeks ago in search of a title/author of a story and had a couple of people provide the answer ("Unaccompanied Sonata" by Orson Scott Card)--many thanks to all who responded.
I come with a similar question, in hopes that the kind people of this forum will be able to help me (and my middle school science fiction club) again. The story whose title/author I am searching for is a story about a person--I think it was a guy, or maybe a guy and his friend--who is working on trying to create a computer that will generate truly random information, not just simulated randomness. As he gets closer and closer in his attempts, the "random" information begins to contain coherent thoughts, snippets of Shakespeare . . . and eventually he begins to think that he is talking to God, so he asks his machine, what is the meaning of life (or something like that.) I'm almost positive that the thing responds "The answer is I don't know." The machine also knew that as a child he seemed to have a lisp, but his lisping was actually him pronouncing something correctly in a way that nobody else could understand. Does this description ring a bell?
And while I'm at it, does anybody have any other short story recommendations for a middle school sci fi club?
Thanks so much--Sam