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Jack-in-the-box

          “Whoa! Hold on, there, Jack! I refuse to be the subject of these
        pain-inducing  experiments.  Listen:  it  worked!  I’ve  done  it!  The
        mapping is perfect. I can remember everything. Tomorrow I’ll call a
        press conference and see about taking out a patent. This is great!”
          Jack-in-the-body tempered his own enthusiasm. “Wait a minute. If
        you know everything I do, then what is the user-supplied code that
        completes the program?”
          Jack-in-the-box recited the string of instructions, halting briefly at a
        point  in  the  sequence  recognized  by  Jack-in-the-body  as  the  same
        place he had trouble recalling the code.
          “Very good,” said the latter. “Now, what was my favorite sandwich
        when I was a little boy?”
          “Peanut butter and grape jelly.”
          “Okay.  Now let me think: what else could I test you on?” Jack-in-
        the-body  looked  around  the  office  for  something  he  had  never
        observed or thought about before.
          “Get something I couldn’t know anything about, and ask me about
        it,” said Jack-in-the-box.
          “I am, I am,” said Jack-in-the-body impatiently. He seized a book
        of puzzles left behind by a co-worker, a diversion for which he had
        no  time.  He  opened  it  at  random.  “Here’s  a  question:  what  is  the
        crime for which you could never be found guilty by a jury of your
        peers?”
          The answer was revealed near the end of the book, and Jack-in-
        the-body  riffled  rapidly  through  the  intervening  pages.  He  had  no
        idea of the answer.
          “Uh, let’s see.” Jack-in-the-box equivocated. “Got to be a trick in
        there. Why ‘peers’?”
          “Aha!  You give up?” said Jack-in-the-body. He had it now.
          “Oh,  all  right.  If  you  admit  you  didn’t  know  it  either—I  mean:
        couldn’t figure it out, given the prior contents of your brain.”
          “Here it is: failure to appear for jury duty.”
          Jack-in-the-box thought about it for a moment. “What? Oh, I get
        it. Peers. By definition, those who all fail to show up.”
          Jack-in-the-body  threw  down  the  book.  He  was  suddenly  very
        tired; a hot meal and a soft pillow beckoned. “Okay. That’s enough.
        I’m packing it in. Tomorrow will be a big, big day.”
          “Now, wait a minute: what are you going to do there?”

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