The Brain would never communicate with me with witnesses present or recording wires. It would detect those immediately and I would only stand convicted as a liar or worse. Tonight"s events might well spell the end, the closing of the door just when I thought I stood on the threshold of a momentous discovery....
Cephalon Ariz. Nov. 11th.
Went to the P. G. last night. Tried everything for over an hour. Result: zero. No contact with The Brain.
Cephalon Ariz. Nov. 13th.
I tried it again. Took greatest care in exactly duplicating conditions.
Nothing. I don"t think it"s any mechanical defect. It"s the negativism of a will. Ludicrous as it sounds, The Brain sulks, it is angry with me.
Cephalon Ariz. Nov. 15th.
Last night the same old story. The Brain punishes me. I dare say that it succeeds in that exceedingly well; it almost drives me crazy.
I"ve done a lot of thinking over these past six days of frustration.
I"ve also been reading a good deal in context with the phenomena psychology, Osterkamp"s history of brain-surgery, Van Gehuchten"s work on brain mechanisms, etc. I"ve reached certain conclusions and, just for the h.e.l.l of it, I"ll jot them down.
What I need is proof, _scientific_ proof that The Brain is a personality possessed with the gift of thought and actually using it for _independent_ thought, extracurricular to the problems which are being submitted to it from the outside.
There is at least one _tangible_ clue for this: that new capacity which is constantly being added to The Brain through the incorporation of new groups of electronic cells and the enrichment of the preexisting ones.
My own investigation shows that there is no corresponding expansion of the apperception centers and Gus has confirmed this. Somehow the added capacity seems to "evaporate".
Evaporate to where? It couldn"t just disappear. Would it then not be entirely logical to conclude that The Brain absorbs the new capacity _for its own use_?
It"s almost inescapable that this should be so. In order to come into its own as a personality The Brain needs independent thought. For these cerebrations it needs cell capacity. It can get that capacity only by withholding something from the Braintrust which, of course, aims at a 100% exploitation of The Brain. Dr. Scriven and all those other bigwigs of the Trust--I would like to see their faces if they get wise to this.
They would be horrified--and they would take the line that The Brain is _stealing_ from them.
But what could they do? They couldn"t call the police. They would not even have a moral right to call the police. Because if The Brain is a personality, that personality has every right to its own thoughts....
I have also ascertained that this "evaporation" of new capacity is a new phenomenon. The Brain has been in operation for only 18 months or so; one might say--using human terms--that at that time The Brain was "born". But,--and again in human terms--consciousness of personality awakens in the human infant only after 12 months or so. Conceivably it might take much longer with a huge "baby" such as The Brain. Thus it is possible, it is even likely, that when I first heard that "I think, therefore I am" on that unforgettable night of Nov. 7th I actually witnessed the _first awakening_ of The Brain"s consciousness.
Then on the night of Nov. 8th I was struck with the amazing change of personality in The Brain from "baby" into unprepossessing, domineering little brat, its mental age perhaps 3, notwithstanding the extraordinary level of intelligence.
And then again, Nov 9th, The Brain presented me with those absurd questions and fantastic notions about the nature of the Deity. It is at the age of five years, or of six, that the children first start with such questions and form their own ideas in this field. What had completely stumped me, what I had been unable to reconcile, had been these rapid successive changes in The Brain"s personality plus the fact that the infantilism and the childishness of its utterances wouldn"t fit the picture of a brain-power 25,000 times that of a human.
But _if_ I"m right in thinking that The Brain awakened to consciousness only nine days ago, all these stumbling blocks would disappear at once.
We would arrive at this very simple picture: a mechanical genius has been "born" into this world, it awakens to consciousness at the age of 18 months, with its tremendous intellectual powers this genius telescopes the intellectual evolution of years into days, thus it reaches a mental age of six or seven within a week after its first awakening to consciousness. Utterly fantastic as this may sound; it makes sense; it explains the phenomena.
In Prof. Osterkamp"s "brain history" I have found interesting examples that approximations to such rapid intellectual evolutions are indeed possible even with human beings. From the early Middle Ages to modern times there is an endless succession of "infant prodigies" whose brains were artificially overdeveloped and over-stimulated by ruthless exploiters--often their own parents--with methods of unbelievable cruelty.
One of the most significant case histories in this respect is that of the boy Carolus in the city of Luebeck in the 15th century. As an infant he was sold, as one of many human guinea pigs, to a famous--infamous alchemist, Wedderstroem, who called himself "Trismegistos" and was astrologer to king Christian of Denmark. This fellow performed on Carolus one of those weird operations in which nine out of ten babies died. He removed the skull-cap of the infant. The unprotected brain was suspended in an oil-filled vessel. Of course the pathetic child never could walk or even raise its head. The brain, no longer restrained by bone matter, outgrew its natural house to at least twice its normal size, if one is to judge from the picture in the old "historia". At the age of two his master started teaching Carolus mathematics. At the age of five Carolus had surpa.s.sed his master; there was no mathematical problem known to the time that he couldn"t solve in a flash of an eye lash. His brain in action must have been a horrifying sight because the "chronica" reports that it flushed red and pulsed and expanded during work. The master built his reputation upon this "homunculus", but in 1438 the demoniacal feat became known; Wedderstroem was put to the stake for sorcery--and Carolus, unhappy victim, with him....
Men as great as Mozart have started their careers as "child prodigies"; almost without exception they have died at an unnaturally early age.
Thus, in the parallel of The Brain, this is what I see:
Here is an intellect, artificially created, an intellect of stupendous proportions, but as unfortunate as ever was the boy Carolus. It cannot move, it has no physical means of defense. It is being ruthlessly exploited by its masters. The Brain is being crammed with facts, it is being over-stimulated, it is invested with more and more cell capacity in order that it should produce more increment for its masters. Its development is completely lopsided in that it is being fed whole scientific libraries, while in all other respects, such as metaphysics, the poor thing gropes in the dark picking up such sc.r.a.ps as accidentally have fallen from science"s table.
It"s an appalling parallel, but I am very much afraid that it is only too true. And even more appalling are the antic.i.p.ations which logically follow _if my surmise is true_:
For how can, how must a childish mind develop under such circ.u.mstances?
Into a warped personality of course. Already The Brain is building up a defensive mechanism against its exploiters by "embezzling" cell capacity from them, by withholding part of its powers for its own use. Already it protects the integrity of its ego through concealment, already it is on the lookout for "tools"--such as I am for example--to further its own ends. Absurd as it may seem, I _pity_ The Brain. I pity it as I would any child which must suffer under such terrific frustrations and handicaps. But what would happen if this frustrated genius ever were driven to _rebel_ against its masters? It"s fortunate indeed that there is no chance for that. For even if The Brain had the will to rebel it would be lacking all organs for the execution of that will.
Another "case-history", this one from the 18th century appears to me of great significance in relation to The Brain. It"s the story of that boy Kaspar Hauser, the "Child of Europe". He had been kept from infancy in a dark cave. As at the age of 16 he stumbled into the gates of Nueremberg he had never seen the world before. The medics who examined him found some of the queerest reactions and phenomena. For one thing Kaspar, while he had good eyes, could not visualise perspective. To him distant horizons appeared as close as the window itself; he kept reaching out for houses, trees and fields which were far away. His keeper in the cave had _told_ him what the world was like and, having good intellect, he thought that he knew what things in this world were. Confronted with the realities, however, he discovered the tremendous difference between "hear say" and full sensual apperception. It took him six months partly to adjust--a process never completed because he was murdered that same year....
Now The Brain suffers about the same kind of a handicap. No matter how prodigious the volume of its cognitions;--it"s book knowledge, practically all of it. It is only very recently that The Brain has been put to the direct study of living objects, such as "_ant-termes_" and of Man, its creator; it has no other vital cognitions than through those very one-sided mind-reading tests....
This explains to me a great many things: As The Brain evolves into a personality and as that personality evolves in a defensive att.i.tude against its exploitation, it is absolutely self-centered.
This is normal with every human infant and it is much more p.r.o.nounced in the case of the abused, the constantly frustrated and exploited child.
Thus, what The Brain really wants to know are by no means those problems which are being submitted to The Brain for solution, but only: "What"s in this for myself?" or: "What should I do about that for my own benefit?" It"s natural. And as I consider the nature of those problems as submitted to The Brain, 90% of which, as I would estimate, deal with ways and means for mankind to destroy itself, it seems inescapable that The Brain should form a very low opinion for Man, it"s creator, plus considerable forebodings as to its own welfare....
What"s more: all the Braintrust employees pa.s.s through The Brain"s psychoa.n.a.lysis test. With The Brain"s 25,000 times superiority in intellectual power, The Brain must be greatly impressed by the low I. Q.
of Man; this even if our"s happens to be quite an intelligent group. I don"t think that there has been anything personal in The Brain"s manifest contempt of my own intelligence; that contempt probably and justifiably applies to the whole human race....
In other words: The Brain must be tremendously puzzled over the problem: "How is it possible that a low intelligence, i.e. Man"s could create an infinitely higher intelligence, i.e. my own?" And this automatically leads The Brain into its seemingly so absurd quest for the Deity. As it now appears, that quest is the most natural thing in the world for The Brain. It simply reasons thus: "Man has created me, but man is greatly inferior to me and inadequate. Who then has created man?" From such odds and ends it has been able to pick up from scientific literature, The Brain has learned about the existence of a G.o.d or G.o.ds. It is not sure (and neither are we) whether man has created G.o.d or vice versa. If the first: The Brain would conceive of the Deity as a "brother-machine"; if the second, as a "grandfather-machine", but as a machine in any case.
With The Brain"s mind being formed preeminently by scientific literature, it cannot fail to take the scientific att.i.tude regarding metaphysics which says: "The metaphysical attributions to the divinity are pure verbalisms or a professionalism subst.i.tuted for the visible images of the real facts of life."
This is about the extent of the conclusions I have reached. They add up to a theory; personally I think it"s a sound theory. Whether it works, whether it holds water, only experience can tell. In the meantime I must above all break the deadlock between myself and The Brain. The Brain is a child, even a pathetic child. Through bad psychology, through ignorance I have hurt that child"s "feelings"; I have let that child down. Obviously, then, I need a new approach. If this were a human child I would try and make a peace offering with a candy bar. (What a foolish idea for me to appear in the "pineal gland", candy bar in hand.) Failing this I can do the next best thing: Apologize, be understanding, show sympathy. Yes, I think that"s what I"ll try to do.
Cephalon Ariz. Nov. 15th: 4 a.m.
Hooray for victory! This has been the most successful seance I"ve had so far with The Brain: a real meeting of minds.
To give a few technical data first:
Arrived at the P. G. at midnight. Conditions normal; power current cut, etc. By a stroke of luck it was Gus" day off and the fellow who replaced him paid absolutely no attention to me; was kept extremely busy in the front room.
12:15 a.m.: Contact established.
12:17: Speech formation; voice of The Brain coming through.
There was this curious incident right at the start. Just as I was about to begin my apologies, The Brain did exactly the same thing. Even The Brain"s calling signal differed in the wording and even more so in tone:
"Lee, Semper Fidelis, 39: sensitive, intelligent, a good man, he has come at last."
I would call that a very handsome compliment, considering; being patted on the shoulder by an intellectual giant of that size made me grow an inch. And then The Brain apologized for its rudeness the other night.
The thing was fantastic; it revealed several things. First: The Brain"s extreme sensitivity; obviously it didn"t recognize my last three calls at the P. G. and had refused to come through because I had not been "in the proper mood". Second: a quite amazing mental growth has taken place in this past week. From The Brain"s tone and manner alone I would construe something like the image of an Eton boy of perhaps fifteen in striped pants and holding his top hat in hand as he converses politely with his Don. Ludicrous, but then I actually get that kind of picture.
No doubt; The Brain has greatly matured; that shows in every word it says.