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304 pages, Paperback
First published July 4, 2008
". . . why do you consider yourself a woman? Because you were created as one?"
"Yes," Mattie replied, although she grew increasingly uncomfortable with the conversation. "And because of the clothes I wear."
"So if you changed your clothes . . ."
"But I can't," Mattie said. "The shape of them is built into me—I know you have to wear corsets and hoops and stays to give your clothes a proper shape. But I was created with all of those already in place, they are as much a part of me as my eyes. So I ask you, what else would you consider me? . . . I assure you that my femaleness is as ingrained as your own."
Mattie's memories had shapes - some were oblong and soft, like the end of a thick blanket tucked under a sleeping man's cheek; others had sharp edges, and one had to think about them carefully in order not to get hurt. Still others took on the shapes of cones and cubes, of metal joints and peacock feathers, and her mind felt cluttered and grew more so by the day, as she accumulated more awkward shapes, just like Loharri collecting more and more garbage in his workshop.
"What it is?" she asked.
"A machine," he said. "An automaton, but without a body, just pure mind, like yours - only bigger. It's like a hundred of your brains, stuck together, made for analysis. We tell it what happened, and it figures out who had the most to gain and therefore who is responsible, and what we should do next. Amazing, no?"
"Wouldn't its answer change depending on what you told it?" Mattie asked.
Loharri stopped smiling and squinted at her in suspicion. "Of course it would. So we'll just tell it everything."
"You don't know everything," Mattie said. "No-one does."
Loharri frowned now. "Seriously, Mattie. We certainly know enough about this city and what's happening here to give it enough information to figure things out. And imagine, a rational machine that can figure out the future! We won't need the Stone Monks' cryptic advice anymore... not that I ever thought it was useful, but maybe with this machine others will realise how ridiculous they are."
"Maybe," Mattie said. "I just doubt it would be much more reliable."