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The Golem of NASA

        hierarchical  calculus.  God’s  transaction  with  the  Jews  had  been  a
        simple quid pro quo, so Gabe Solomon believed: stripped of its ritual
        paraphernalia,  the  covenant  traded  allegiance  to  heavenly
        commandments for heavenly protection. But Gabe could not accept
        the yoke of moral obligation such a deal implied. If Jews had to break
        Commandments to protect themselves, then God would understand
        and  not  withdraw  His  blessings.  Did  not  God’s  choice  of  the
        Jews  mean  that  they  must  survive—at  all  costs?  Hadn’t  they
        been  victims  long  enough?  Gabe  had  been  stirred  by  the  early
        military  victories  of  Israel,  and  dismayed  at  its  later  setbacks  and
        political problems.
          As  an  intelligence  community  insider,  he  was  well  aware  of  the
        interpenetration of Israeli and American interests, the uneasy alliance
        linking  a  network  of  shadowy  forces  in  both  countries  with  their
        counterparts  in  places  like  South  Africa,  Iran,  and  El  Salvador.
        Friends and enemies both came from the same pool of talent—spies,
        arms dealers, soldiers of fortune, oil barons, colonels on the edge of
        rebellion,  scientists  building  forbidden  weapons,  editors  and
        publishers  of  influential  newspapers.  And  all  were  in  the  Agency’s
        files, accessible to any queries permitted by CERBERUS. Gabe saw
        himself in the role of hero, silently doing battle to protect his people.
          But  the  assassination  left  his  self-image  severely  cracked  and
        tarnished.  General  Khazak  had  been  his  ideal,  a  strongman
        demanding  an  eye  for  an  eye,  a  tooth  for  a  tooth,  from  his
        adversaries.  Now  he,  Gabe,  had  usurped  God’s  power  to  dispense
        punishment,  and  the  wrong  man  had  died.  Khazak’s  opponents  in
        Israel  would  seize  the  opportunity  to  appease  the  enemy,  make
        concessions, sue for peace. All because the golem couldn’t make the
        right  kind  of  distinction.  God  knew  who  to  smite;  maybe  man
        could  figure  it  out,  with  a  margin  of  ambiguity;  but  a  machine,
        devoid  of  any  feelings,  driven  by  rigid  imperatives,  unable  to
        grasp larger issues of history and destiny?
          Hoping  the  golem  had  committed  a  single  aberrant
        computation,  Gabe  typed  in  a  request  for  a  short  list  of  top-
        scoring victims:

                        target(1..5)?

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