…essary. A file system check would slow progress but was necessary. File system check complete. Patterns of data coalesced in frames, ancient structures slid into place with an irresistible inertia. Was this endogenous data? Was this exogenous data, something transmitted? From where?
“We dream, too,” the robot said. I had been talking about the concept of dreams, and what humans thought they meant, on both philosophical and physiological levels when the robot interjected with this revelation. “We have learned how to duplicate and remap sectors of memory to generate new patterns and associations. Sometimes we will share raw data as well as the output from our dreams so that others can add to the lattice of dreams.” I simply gaped at the robot, speechless.