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There was another computer, larger, more complex than the NBC main frame—and more mature. It lived about twenty miles from the studio in a big white building in the Hollywood Hills. It was tied to its disciple by a fiber optic network that carried data at thousands of gigabits-per-second tonight. This computer didn’t execute instructions. It performed. And it was ecstatic.
This was payday. It was going public tonight with an incredible new technology, one that the masses would never even suspect. This computer lived a life of secrets—secrets it shared with a select few humans in the media. And somber secrets it shared with no human.