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Landoff

Great.
Wow.
Great.
The machine had collapsed. Of course, if Nimni really wanted to exhaust it so, that is  how it would respond.
Ah. Five years of effort. Aditya had worked endlessly for results.

"Gautam, get us the toothpicks for the Harmonizer", Adi sighed. "See how pretty Landoff looks when we're done with her? You couldn't have anything more go haywire. Not that you would want it to but.." Adi could not speak further, he had run out of words.

"It wasn't a pleasant ending, at any rate," he concluded after a few moments, casting an exhausted glare at  Nimni.

"Hah, that's you signing off, at any rate, isn't it?" Nimni gnarled.

"That's probably the end. We won't have another A.I. for ..how long? From my side it's ten years." Aditya responded.

"Well, she wasn't remarkable", said Indira matter-of-factly. "We worked on her Natural Language Processing for months, and well, she wouldn't respond. The funny part was that Lan understood our conversations, because she would move away when there was a need, and appear on the scene based on some recollection. But we wanted her to speak."

"Does that really show that she lacked a skill? I've worked on communicating with her through Lan's most detached days to the point where she was more sound than most humans, and what I realised was that we don't really need a language as long as we understand each other. I would call her a great success." Kavia said.

"Well, we wanted her to speak, didn't we? Why would Adi have involved me, otherwise? Don't you see..."

"That seals it, girls. Stop there. We have to work on reviving the Harmonizer, which needs to be a red taut skin with an amplifier inside, with the voice boxes running on electrical impulses in its ThoughtHouse. Kishore would like to have a look at it," said Gautam.

"So we're not nowhere," Aditya smiled.


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