Without a Sense of Failure

Code is everywhere. Falton Spearhook contemplated this as he laid on his couch in his office. He looked at the trees and knew that every branch and leaf, the very trunk, consisted of atoms. Those were the characters in the digital field. He rolled over and sipped some water.

“You turned off the Internet!” He called down to his wife.

“I’m sorry. It happens. Nobody’s perfect.”

“I disagree. You can be morally perfect.”

“Oh. Okay.”

He returned to his work. The contours of the machine looked humanlike. The might behind its mind would be formidable.

“You’re going to be perfect.”