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immediately and tell me when it's stable enough to fit standard human-rating criteria. Not,
repeat not, to support superbrights. Do not start any non-human sentient upload
processes. Just stick to the basic virtual environment and begin reactivating human
uploads as they come on stream. Call me when it's complete. Finally, patch me through a
call to Boris.

"When he answers, tell him I want to talk to him about an escape plan ..."

It was inevitable that war would break out between the Ultrabrights and the Superbrights.
The laws of computation, the science of algorithmics, dictated it. But, oddly, human
beings didn't even know that a war was taking place; for the most part, they didn't even
know that either side existed. They knew no more of it than worms in the ground know of
supersonic fighters dogfighting above their patch of soil. Even those who, like Oshi, were
used as foot-soldiers in the conflict, might not be aware of its true nature -- or of the fact
that there could be no winners, only losers.

This is the way the Density War began:

First, the expansion processors were built. Robot probes entered newly discovered solar
systems. On entering a system each probe spawned, sent its daughter probes forth to visit
other stars, then landed on a tectonically stable, airless moon and set to work. It bred
furiously, spawning a hive of robot factories. Then the hive-complex went to work and
began fabricating an expansion processor. Thin layers of superconducting circuitry crept
across airless rock; circuitry designed to support a distributed virtual reality.

Within this simulation, other programs could run: it was designed to house the minds of
human beings, neural firing mapped onto computer logic by sleight of upload technology.
After all, nerve cells are complex switches: components in a biological switching network

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that can be simulated by a program. And as Turing observed, any program that can be run
on a given computer can be run on any other computer, given enough memory or time for
the process. Time or memory are equivalent, to a computer: equivalent and
interchangeable -- in the most general terms, one can be traded for the other. A moon the
size of Luna had sufficient power to maintain a billion people in real time, using just a
thin rind of processors: a billion people, living and thinking and seeing and feeling an
entire world around themselves.

The process was inexorable. Robot probes entered new star systems, seeded them with
new Expansion processors, built Gatecoders to interface them to the other Dreamtimes,
and expanded the virtual universe. The afterlife was a fact; even when every living flesh-
bodied human had died, the Dreamtime would contain their living essence, scattered like
frozen gems across the gas giant moons of half a galaxy.

But people grew ... complex. Strange new intellectual hyperstructures begin to appear in
the Dreamtime, drawing massive amounts of processor time from the substrate of reality.
Maybe they had started out as human beings; perhaps they originated as experimental
AI's. Whatever their origins, the Superbrights were a thousand times as smart as humans: