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kort verhaal, over een bedrijf dat wordt gevraagd om een computer te leveren aan de Lama's in een Tibetaans klooster. Ze zijn daar al 300 jaar op zoek naar alle namen van God en hopen dat ze nu met die computer deze klus in drie maanden kunnen voltooien.
"Well, they believe that when they have listed all His names -- and they reckon that there are about nine billion of them -- God’s purpose will have been achieved. The human race will have finished what it was created to do, and there won’t be any point in carrying on. Indeed, the very idea is something like blasphemy."
"Then what do they expect us to do? Commit suicide?"
"There’s no need for that. When the list’s completed, God steps in and simply winds things up . . . bingo!"
"Oh, I get it. When we finish our job, it will be the end of the world."
Chuck gave a nervous little laugh. "That’s just what I said to Sam. And do you know what happened? He looked at me in a very queer way, like I’d been stupid in class, and said, ‘It’s nothing as trivial as that’."
George thought this over for a moment. "That’s what I call taking the Wide View," he said presently. "But what d’ya suppose we should do about it? I don’t see that it makes the slightest difference to us. After all, we already knew that they were crazy."
"Yes -- but don’t you see what may happen? When the list’s complete and the Last Trump doesn’t blow -- or whatever it is that they expect -- we may get the blame. It’s our machine they’ve been using. I don’t like the situation one little bit."
Daar hoeven ze zich geen zorgen over te maken...
science fiction
