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The Extrapolator Murders

            “It  soon  becomes  evident  to  the  officer  assigned  to  the  case,
          Inspector  O’Clocker,  that  the  killings  reveal  a  very  clear  pattern,
          even to intellectually-challenged public servants. All the victims are
          researchers  in  AI,  employed  in  various  high-tech  companies
          clustered around a big university in that city—including Opticracy.
          Their deaths are easily mistaken as accidental—until the common
          occupation  and  temporal  proximity  raise  the  possibility  of
          deliberation and premeditation to a clear probability of murder. The
          human investigators, looking into the milieu of these scientists and
          engineers,  soon  uncover  a  hotbed  of  cutthroat  competition  and
          long-standing grudges and rivalries. The list of suspects grows to a
          respectable size, given the confines of a short story, and the reader
          is in the  familiar territory  of a whodunit. Now,  I ask you, fellow
          members of Maxwell’s Daemons: whodunit? And why?”
            “Wait a minute.” Rutger Schlager threw up his hands in dismay.
          “We’re not going to figure this out based on what you’ve given us
          as clues. And why should we? What is really the issue here?”
            “Okay, okay. I’m new to this, so bear with me. My problem is
          how many clues to dole out to the reader. Too many, and there’s no
          point in it; too few, and I’m cheating them. Given that this is going
          to  be  rather  compressed—no  more  than  7500  words—I  want  to
          know  which  bits  of  relevant  information  to  reveal,  and  in  what
          order.  To  do  this,  I  will,  course,  interleave  useful  facts  with  red
          herrings  and  false  leads,  but  I  can’t  have  a  lot  of  them.  So,  put
          yourself in the gumshoes of Inspector O’Clocker and tell me what
          you want to know first.”
            “Ah, I see.” Leith Mauker was certain of his line of attack. “You
          have only hinted at the circumstances of the murders. Why should
          anyone figure out that these weren’t death by misadventure or acts
          of God? If you’ve got a sophisticated killer who isn’t on an ego trip,
          he  or  she  wouldn’t  leave  any  obvious  indication  of  their
          malevolence.”
            “Good  point.  And  that  should  precede  anything  to  do  with
          specific suspects. I know that. So I will reveal the one tiny mistake
          all criminals are supposed to make that will give them away. In this
          case it will be the crash of a self-driving car: the manufacturer looks

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