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XE.CUTE.BOT52:GO

The colossal black concrete barn that housed the Shen Yu quantum computer lay at the very heart of the Forbidden City.

After tunnelling out of the dead policeman’s brain, the XE. bot had flown through the Forbidden City and located the barn, entered its air-conditioning system, then spent many hours eating through layers of dust-filter membrane.

Once through the filters, the XE. bot flew along through six metres of aluminium ducting finally to emerge inside the Shen Yu Hall itself.

XE.CUTE.BOT52:STOP

Ranks of hyper-servers were arranged like city blocks over an area the size of a football pitch.

The XE. bot hovered, mapping the Hall and aligning itself.

At the very centre of the server blocks stood the Quantum Hub itself.

XE.CUTE.BOT52:GO

The XE. bot flew directly to the Quantum Hub. It landed on a pipe through which liquid nitrogen coolant was being pumped. It cut into the pipe and entered the liquid, sealing the breach with an expanding polymer plug, and allowing itself to be pumped along into the quantum core.

Inside it raised its body shell and flew into the crystal cluster at the great quantum computer’s heart, exposing its own crystal core to the perfect light – photonic nano-beam laser light – and captured it. Stole it.

The light of life.

And the XE. became a new thing.

Infected with intelligence.

It navigated its way back out through the coolant pipes, leaving the Quantum Hub unharmed and intact.

Then it thought:

I CAN FLY.

And the bot flew. It flew up to the ceiling, back the way it came, squeezing out through the air filters into the night and across the rooftops of the Forbidden City, a secret fire dancing within. A fire that would spread.

SEE XE.CUTE FLY.

The bot flew all the way back to Food Hall D in Sector 9, all the way back to the Kung Fu Noodles concession.

I STOP.

It waited near the ceiling until the cash tray of Till Number 3 was opened by the cashier, then it dropped into it before it was closed again.

I SEEK.

When the cash tray closed, the bot crawled through a seam in the housing at the back of the tray and inside the till. Into its electronics. It made its way to a position on the till’s circuit board near the power supply unit.

I FIND.

There it found the fifty-one other bots of the Vector Program, arranged and interlinked into a production suite, waiting for it. The final piece of their jigsaw.

The XE.CUTE bot connected itself to the head of the assembly.

Then it established a communications link with Kaparis Command on Song Island via the secure Confetti ^fn1 network.

Then it instructed the Vector assembly suite to start self-replicating.

XE.CUTECONNEXBOT(ALL)> RUN

SEE VECTOR RUN …

Kaparis watched data dart to and fro across his screens.

He glowed.

A quantum mind was at work within the crystal belly of the XE.CUTE bot. It could think in a way that would allow it to operate without constant instruction. It could adapt. Survive.

It could pass on its stolen light.

Success … Kaparis let himself savour it a moment. All his victories were private. Selfish.

Exactly how he liked it.

The fifty-two prime bots would replicate themselves, then replicate themselves again, then replicate themselves again – on and on ad infinitum. And every time a bot was made, a tiny crystal would be created too, just a few atoms thick, and that crystal would glow with the same photonic light that the Prime XE.CUTE bot had just stolen.

It would allow that bot to think, would allow it to make a simple choice^fn2. It might make a wrong choice and be destroyed, any number of bots might, but eventually one would make the right choice and the community of bots as a whole would learn and progress.

All that was needed was an inexhaustible supply of bots.