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cannot dream. It's a man's dreams that give him his ideas. A
man is what he dreams."
"Sounds like rubbish," said the other voice. "But go on."
"When we sleep," said the tortured soul, "it's only our bodies that
sleep. Our brains don't sleep. Our brains go on thinking. If we
have problems, our brains go on thinking about them, trying to
sort them out, trying to solve them. But the solutions our brains
come up with are in the form of dreams that our waking minds
cannot understand. People have tried to interpret dreams, but
they can't, dreams are too subtle for that. But the way we
behave and the solutions we eventually arrive at are guided by
our dreams, even though we're not aware of it.
"I suddenly understood all this, you see. Probably because it was
ultimately the solution to the problem I had. The problem with
artificial intelligence. The answer was right there. In our heads,
you see. The brain is the ultimate computer, you just have to
know how to use it properly."
"Which is why you came up with Red Head?"
"To enhance the intellect. To speed up the thinking processes. To
create the human computer. Why bother to build machines, if the
answers to the problems you would set them to solve were all
inside your head anyway? Just needing a little chemical help to
bring them out. But I didn't come up with Red Head."
"I don't understand," said the other voice. "Explain yourself."
"I was lying there amongst the flowers," said the tortured soul.
"And it all became clear, like I say. And I realized that if such a
drug could be formulated, it could change everything, solve all
human problems. A group of human computers dedicating
themselves to the good of humanity. Just think what might be
achieved. I saw the big picture. The overview. But then I
thought, how could I ever formulate this drug? It might take
years and years. The rest of my life. What I really needed was a
drug to speed up my own thinking processes, in order that I
could create a drug that could speed up thinking processes. Bit of
a Catch 22 situation there. But the crooked man showed me how
to read the flowers and that's how I came by the formula."
"Crooked man?" asked the other voice. "Who is the crooked
man?"
"He found me lying there on the floral clock. He helped me up
and he showed me how to read the flowers. He told me that the
flowers would help me, if I helped them. All they wanted was to
sleep. It seemed a pretty fair deal to me."
"You'll have to explain this," said the other voice.
"The crooked man helped me up. He said he'd been listening to
what I'd been saying. I thought I'd only been thinking but
apparently I'd been talking out loud. Or according to him I had.
He said the answer was staring me right in the face, all I had to
do was look at the flowers. Well, I looked at the flowers, but all I
could see was the flowers. Lots of different coloured flowers in
the shape of a floral clock. But he said, look at the colours. Think