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“These scramblers—they know the answers, Siri. They’re intelligent, we know they are. But it’s almost as though they don’t know they know, unless you hurt them. As if they’ve got blindsight spread over every sense.”

I tried to imagine it: life without sensation, without any active awareness of one’s environment. I tried to imagine existing like that without going mad. “Do you think that’s possible?”

Do they not teach writers "As you know, Bob," anymore?
I would still be reading along if it weren't for this jerking me out.

“Splinter skills,” she repeated dully.
“Savantism. Hyperperformance at one kind of calculation doesn’t necessarily connote high intelligence.”
“I know what splinter skills are, Robert. I just think you’re wrong.”