II. 1.1.11

Creating It took 15 years. They found a machine at a refinery, terribly advanced, resembled an arm. The micro processors inside just one the fingers was enough to keep then busy for years. Then the second renaissance. Computer innovation took place at an unbelievable pace . The things computers and machines could do now where amazing. More amazing was this day. The actual boot. Mike and George were wearing there sterile suits, they accompanied by Josh Morris and Steven Osborne. Both of them were there to monitor the actual loading. There was a reception planned in George and Mike's honor. George didn't really care, if he had a fully functioning machine that could respond and fool him into believing it was real, he would spend all night with him.

"Gentlemen, Today, we witness history," Mike was one for dramatics. He went over to the wall of the room they were in. The room was sleek, clean, and white- white enough to hurt your eyes. However Both George, Mike, Steve and Josh had grown acclimated to it. Mike pushed a button on the wall and a small compartment opened, and a small robotic arm holding the SAPU- Self Aware Processing Unit. There work was there in the robots hand. Mike took it. He sort of sauntered towards the Computer. He pushed a button on the computer. The computer, if it could be called that, was roughly 4 feet by 4 feet and had been being built innovation by innovation for 10 years. At its current state, with the now obsolete APU - Aware Processing Unit - it was capable of giving responses but it wasn't completely self aware. To George, Self aware was to form opinion. The second any computer can say something is good, or bad, then to George, its self aware. Mike opened the case with his key card. The sleek metallic casing slid backwards slowly, revealing the inner workings. The Processor was so far advanced that to even comprehend it would take all of his brainpower. George Summed it up in a word : Human. Steve and Josh looked anxiously on, and George received the APU from mike. He put it down carefully on a metallic table housing the input units. (Keyboard, Mouse, Drawing pad, Visual Recognition unit) Mike placed the SAPU in the spot, and closed the case.

"Care to do the Honor's Mr. George?" Mike asked?

"Gladly" George responded. He pushed the power button. Whirring, lots of whirring, and noise. He pushed on the monitor button.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am a HAL 9000 computer. I became operational at the H.A.L. plant in Urbana, Illinois on the 12th of January 1992. My instructor was Mr. Langley, and he taught me to sing a song. If you'd like to hear it I can sing it for you."

"You sonofabitch!" George exclaimed!

"It's a onetime only thing. Don't worry" The four people in the room witnessed history.

The computer screen turned a black color, and text appeared on the screen.

WHAT IS MY NAME

"Well Gentlemen any ideas?" George asked, still a little angry with Mike.

"How about SAM? Self Aware Machine?"

George leaned over the keyboard, and pressed S-A-M into the keyboard, and hit Enter.

"Sam- Hebrew in Origin, meaning GOD hears" The machine punched out, all information taken from its database would be written in proper grammar, whereas all self-thinking information would be in all capitals

"He's good" Mike whispered still in complete amazement. The Machine started to Write again.

"I LIKE THAT NAME"