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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[ Detour ] [ By The GNN ]
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"DETOUR"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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A man in a white coat crawled out from underneath the huge metal cube and
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explained to the awaiting journalists: "It is ready."
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The crowd of specially invited journalists applauded. Another man in a
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white coat pressed a red button, and a little lamp on the front of the cube
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indicated that the world's largest and fastest computer was ready for work.
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"This is X12, the most advanced computer on planet Earth. It contains all
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knowledge that humanity have gained through times", said the inventor and
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constructor of the super-computer, Harry Faust.
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He turned to the cube. "Good morning, X12."
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"Good morning Mr Faust", the cube answered.
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"Aren't you the most advanced computer on planet Earth?"
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"Sure am, Harry!"
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The crowd laughed, and applauded once again. Then it was time for the
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questions. A woman from the local paper was honoured to ask the first one.
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"Dear X12", she began. "I have a rather strange question for you..."
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"I am able to handle all kinds of questions", X12 replied.
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"Good", she said and continued, "as you probably know, humanity has tried
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to find an answer to the question 'what is the meaning of life' for
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centuries."
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"Millenniums", X12 corrected.
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"Yes, of course. Well, then, what is the meaning of life?"
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"I cannot answer that question. My data bank only contains the knowledge
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you (the human race) have given me. There is no such thing as an answer to
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the meaning of life in that data."
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"Oh, I see. Okay, let me reformulate the question. Since you're a
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computer filled to the limit will knowledge, is it possible for you to (at
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least) try to estimate (or something) how close we are to revealing the
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answer? You need not actually know the answer, but with the knowledge you
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possess it shouldn't be a problem to calculate how far we've (so to say)
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travelled on the road to that answer (if you know what I mean)?"
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Despite the rather dull formulation, X12 said: "I know what you mean.
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This calculation I can perform. Please wait."
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The excited journalists waited. After a couple of minutes, the machine
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finally spoke again. "I will use the metaphor 'road' in the explanation of
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the answer; since I believe that will make it much easier for you to
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understand. Question: How far have mankind travelled on the road to finding
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an answer to the meaning of life? Answer: Let us say that the road to the
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meaning of life is ten feet. So far (counting from the dawn of man), you
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have travelled around nine feet..."
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Overwhelmed by the positive answer, the journalists applauded for the
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third time. But they stopped as X12 finished the sentence, revealing the
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deeper truth about the millenniums of travelling: "... but unfortunately in
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another direction."
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uXu #397 Underground eXperts United 1997 uXu #397
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Call DESTINY STONE II -> +61-924-62553
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