Underground eXperts United File 341

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         [  The Infinite Wisdom Chip  ]              [  By The GNN  ] 

 
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                         "THE INFINITE WISDOM CHIP" 
                      by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu 

              "If a chip can feed your brain, you will probably 
              never have to go to school." 
                                           (The Chief) 

 
William broke the silence: he threw the tea cup into the wall. The crash 
woke me up from my thoughts. 
   "William, please..." said Carl. 
   "I can't stand it! I can't stand it!" said the little man, whom I did 
not recognize. Before, he had been William, the calm and quiet little 
mathematics professor. Now, he was someone else, it seemed. 
   William rose from his chair as if he was about the leave our little 
five-men tea party. He behaved very strangely. I tried to figure out if he 
showed a sign of some form of psychological distress. But my knowledge gave 
me no answer. It surprised me. 
   "This..." William began, "is not...", he continued, "... human!" he 
concluded. "This is insane!" 
   No one replied. Everyone tried to figure out what was wrong. But their 
knowledge gave them no answers either. We all felt very confused. 
   "I don't have an answer to why William behaves the way he does..." Carl, 
the stocky engineer, said. 
   "Me neither", I said. 
   "Not a clue", sighed John (the thin economist). 
   "Pitch dark up here", mumbled Larry (the unemployed philosopher). 
   William began to scream. I felt depressed. This is not what I had 
expected from the evening. Instead of a nice little chat with a few friends, 
I now saw one of them scream in agony while tea and sugar slowly made its way 
down the wall-paper. If I only knew why! 
   "Gosh," said Carl. 
   "Strange," said John. 
   "Insane!" screamed William. 
   I wondered if I were to call the police. My knowledge gave me no answer 
to that question either. What was wrong? I scratched my head, as if that 
would help me out; similar to banging your fist on the television box when 
the picture disappears. 
   "It's all wrong!" yelled William, as if he had heard my thoughts. 
   Carl raised a finger. 
   "Ah, you mean..." 
   Carl pointed at his head. 
   "...this?" 
   "What else?" William screamed, even louder than before. 
"This... thing! We cannot talk about anything! We cannot discuss anything! 
Everything there is to know, we know. Everything there is to talk about, we 
cannot discuss! Because we already know the goddamn answer!" 
   I began to laugh. Then I said: "Surely, as we all know, knowledge is 
something intrinsically (Larry nodded his head when I used that word) good 
and therefore..." 
   "... therefore we should be glad we know everything there is to 
know? Ha ha ha. Very funny. Idiot!" 
   William jumped up on the table. With strange eyes and a vicious smile, he 
looked down at us. Now I began to feel really scared. 
   "I'm going to terminate my account," he said calmly. 
   "Don't be a fool," said John. 
   "You can't be serious," said Carl. 
   Larry rose from his chair. "Okay," he said, "If you want to do it, well, 
do it then. It's up to you." 
   He turned to us. "Okay?" 
   I nodded. If William wanted to remove his chip, it was his decision. We 
had no right to stop him. That was a fact. But I was also pretty curious. 
How would someone act who had no access to the infinite wisdom data bank? 
   The answer came sooner than I thought. 
   I heard the click, and I saw the chip fall to the floor. When I looked 
up, I did not really see my friend William stand there any more. I saw 
something that was more of an ape in a suit, who scratched himself in the 
head and growled inaudible sentences. When William ran away through the door, 
stumbling over his own knuckles, it became obvious to us all that, with the 
infinite wisdom chip attached to our minds, the choice was to have it all - 
or nothing. 

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                          schon und jung und stark 

 
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