“Views from specialists of other fields may be helpful.”
“Are you sure? How do we know that there is any way of detecting brain waves or that, even if we can, there is a way of differentiating human and humanoid by wave pattern. Who set up the project, anyway?”
“I did,” said Breckenridge.
“ You did? Are you a robotics man?”
The young Security agent said, calmly, “I have studied robotics.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“I’ve had access to text-material dealing with Russian robotics—in Russian. Top-secret material well in advance of anything you have here.”
Lynn said, ruefully, “He has us there, Laszlo.”
“It was on the basis of that material,” Breckenridge went on, “that I suggested this particular line of investigation. It is reasonably certain that in copying off the electromagnetic pattern of a specific human mind into a specific positronic brain, a perfectly exact duplicate cannot be made. For one thing, the most complicated positronic brain small enough to fit into a human-sized skull is hundreds of times less complex than the human brain. It can’t pick up all the overtones, therefore, and there must be some way to take advantage of that fact.”
Laszlo looked impressed despite himself and Lynn smiled grimly. It was easy to resent Breckenridge and the coming intrusion of several hundred scientists of non-robotics specialties, but the problem itself was an intriguing one. There was that consolation, at least.
It came to him quietly.