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Resolving the Mechanalog Ambiguity

          “Who?”
          “Professor  Yostrik.  He  was  my  Resource  in  Nonsystematic
        Philosophy  at  the  PKU  Academy.  I  called  him  last  night  and
        described the Mechanalogs. He says there is no ambiguity at all; you
        were right about that, anyway.”
          “You did what? How dare you question my authority! I can have
        you severely disciplined, you know!”
          “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir. I just wanted to tell you what he said. The
        mechanical aspect, or hardware, of life is irrelevant. When the original
        Mazinozans  transferred  the  contents  of  their  brains,  their  personal
        software, to those machines, they did not stop living. Each remains
        unique,  despite  the  uniformity  of  their  new  inorganic  bodies.  The
        crucial  determinant  is  that  they  can  be  killed;  a  machine  can  be
        replaced by another with the same built-in logic, but a Mechanalog
        can’t. There is no program for intelligence; it has to develop within
        some medium, and there it will reside until that medium is destroyed.
        Then  it  is  dead  and  gone.  That  is  the  professor’s  opinion;  I  just
        thought I’d pass it on, in case you needed a reason to change your
        mind, sir.”
          “Captain,” said Colonel Krif, vibrating slightly in his upper body
        segments, “your impudence astounds me. I shall have to report this
        incident to PKU Headquarters. I advise you not to meddle further in
        my affairs.”
          “Yes, sir,” said Kaga, and they left the base in silence.
          The mining freighter Kepler descended ponderously to the surface
        of Mazinoza. It was a massive vessel, one of the largest in the fleet.
        Its  senior  officer,  General  Pin,  came  out  to  greet  the  PKU
        representative  and  his  apprentice  while  the  heavy  equipment  was
        being unloaded.
          “All set to go, Colonel Krif,” he said, peering down at the Hurgan.
        The  General  was  a  towering  orange  ursoid  from  Melognath.  “You
        really got the deal wrapped up in a hurry.”
          “There  is  no  deal,”  Krif  said  flatly.  “There  is  nothing  here  but
        robots left by an extinct race of intelligent beings. We can take the
        bintillium with or without their consent.”
          Kaga  chimed  in,  “I  told  him,  General,  what  Professor  Yostrik’s
        opinion of the Mechanalogs was, but—”

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