Zima Blue 齐马蓝 12

"And you follow that advice unquestioningly?" 

I sipped at the red. "Of course. Wouldn't it be a little childish to go against it just to make a point about free will? After all, I'm more likely to be satisfied with the choice it suggests."

"But unless you ignore that suggestion now and then, won't your whole life become a set of predictable responses?" 

"Maybe," I said. "But is that so very bad? If l'm happy, what do I care?" 

''I'm not criticizing you," Zima said. He smiled and leaned back in his seat, defusing some of the tension caused by his line of questioning. "Not many people have an AM these days, do they?" 

"I wouldn't know," I said. 

"Less than one percent of the entire Galactic population." Zima sniffed his wine and looked through the glass at the sky. “ Almost everyone else out there has accepted the inevitable.”

“lt takes machines to manage a thousand years of memory. So what?”

But a different order of machine, “Zima said. “Neural implants; fully integrated into the participant's sense of self. Indistinguishable from biological memory. You wouldn't need to query the AM about your choice of wine; you wouldn't need to wait for that confirmatory whisper. You'd just know it.”

“然后你会无条件地接受它的建议？”  

我啜了一口红酒。“当然。如果只是为了表明自己具有自由意志，而去违背它的建议，那么我是不是有点太孩子气了？不管怎么说，根据它的建议进行选择，更能让我感到满意。”  

“但是这样的话你的整个人生不就成了一系列可以预见的反馈吗？除非你忽略它的建议。”  

“也许是吧。”我说，“但也没那么糟糕吧？只要我开心，我才不管了。”  

“我不是有意为难你。”齐玛说。他微笑着把身体靠在椅背上。在质问了我一系列问题之后，他想舒缓一下紧张的气氛。“现在拥有备忘录助手的人也不是很多吧？”  

“我不知道。”我说，

“不超过整个银河系人口的百分之一吧。”齐玛又闻了闻他的葡萄酒，透过玻璃杯看着天空。“外面几乎每一个人都已经接受了备忘录助手，都认为这是不可避免的。”  

“让机器管理一千年的记忆，这有什么不可？“我反问道。

“但是另外一种机器，”齐玛说，“神经移植，完全整合进参与者的自我感觉。和生物性记忆融为一体，无法分辨。你不需要询问备忘录助手如何选择酒；你也不需要等待确认的提示。你肯定懂的。”