Tuesday, November 5, 2013

There's No Going Back to Madrid (Short Story)

It wouldn't be fair to say that the west didn't notice when they built a robot that could grow rice, but it would be understandable to say so. I know. I lived in the west at the time.

We really did notice, even at the time. I remember. It was my day to go in to the procurement office. I asked the woman in line ahead of me, “did you hear they have a robot that can grow rice now?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I read that. Did you hear about Real Madrid?” And, of course, I did hear about Real Madrid. It was on the second autoscroll screen of the WNN feed, the one right before robots and rice. It would, of course, be fair to say that the west largely failed to realize the significance of the event, and the significance of rice in general. In the west, rice was something that some people ate some of the time, and plenty of other things that people ate some of the time were already being carried from field to market in mechanized hands. There were parts of the world where the wealthy either ate rice out of love or avoided it out of a desire to eat anything else, and everyone else ate rice because of the availability of rice and the impracticality of eating anything else. It would hardly be unfair to say that in some places, rice was life.

But in the west, life went on just as it had the day before, and just as it would the day after.

Even where people apprehended the significance of the event, though, they failed to comprehend it. Sure, the governments understood that rice was wages, that rice was work, and that people would need something to eat and something to do. The governments felt themselves in an unenviable but nevertheless negotiable position. They could either bring the owners of robots, their own sources of funding, under at least enough control to fund the proverbial bread and circuses, or they could face imminent overthrow at the very best. To them, I'm sure, the choice seemed obvious.

What was not obvious to those in government at the time was the significance of a robot that could grow rice, in the field of robotics. It turns out that it takes a different kind of robot to grow rice than it does to grow anything else. Most of the agricultural drones in service at the time were products of a series of modifications of earlier drones with the same purpose, and before that, of still earlier drones that had serviced another, similar crop. They invented a wheat robot, and that soon spawned a robot for rye, sorghum, and pretty much every other grain you can think of–other than rice. They invented a potato drone, and within a year they had one for carrots, sweet potatoes, yams and manioc. Once they introduced the first mechanical bean farmer, it wasn't long before he was growing everything from white chili to frijoles negros. Corn was kind of an odd case, but corn was fuel, and fuel was on the rise, so the top three companies all fixed a fruit-picking attachment to a grain chassis, and it wasn't long before one of them tinkered with the hardware enough that it worked. They had a financial incentive to do so. There were still problems with the design, but in the meantime, the machine was fast enough to make up for it.

The difference between rice and virtually every other crop in the world was that with rice, faster was rarely an improvement. The transition from harvest to planting had to be fast, to squeeze another crop into the season, but people had done that for generations enough to get pretty good at it. While robots are by their nature neither patient nor impatient, all previous robots had been programmed in such a way as to settle upon the early, simple solution, the one that would get the job done. A robot to farm rice would need to constantly search for optimum solutions to problems, and not to settle, but to keep inventing more solutions, to be worthwhile; if it didn't, savings on the human labor that would were negated by a sharp reduction in yields.

Another difference between growing rice and growing anything else was the sheer labor involved. Generally, most of the actual energy put into a growing crop comes from the sky, in the form of sun and storm systems. This was also true in the case of rice, but the ratio was quite a bit different, and far more labor-intensive. This meant that in addition to the great problem of creating robots that would think differently and find the most effective solution, executing those most effective solutions required a robot that could perform many different tasks in the same area. This also meant that the robots had to be in the fields far more frequently. Though these were not the groundbreaking challenges that the programming was, they were significant problems in their own right. The first attempts were made by simply adding different attachments to the robot, but so many of them yielded a clumsy robot that had a tendency to ruin crops. The second attempt was made by engineering a fleet of robots, each of which was capable of executing a few tasks. These had a tendency to get in each other's way and even undo each other's work. Attempts were made to remedy this by creating more substantial monitoring and coordination systems, but even this was a partial solution at best. The robots could communicate efficiently, but this problem required them to communicate creatively.

It was not long before the governors and business administrators found that once robots could grow rice, they could do pretty much anything else, including govern and administrate. The governors and administrators then very quickly found that they, too, were out of a job. This development ushered in a new world of machines executing machine-made decisions, all fueled by machine-grown crops, and did so almost overnight.

The only problem then was all of these humans taking up space and eating perfectly good biofuels. Had the machines simply deemed us unnecessary, that would have been one thing, but we were treated as being detrimental. That was...best not described.

The holdouts were already in the mountains, which the robots determined they did not need–for the moment anyway. As a unique type of environment that comprised such a small fraction of the surface of the earth, mountains presented an engineering investment with an underwhelming return. The holdouts there, and the survivors who reached them, soon learned to adjust to a lifestyle supplemented only by machines that didn't think for themselves.

It was harder than it sounds to someone who wasn't there. Automobiles were set back well over a hundred years, and their makers sent back to the drawing board. Heck, all but the very cheapest brands of electric shavers had to be jettisoned. The hillfolk, who had stories of a time when automobiles didn't have computers in them, and pined for such times, proved remarkably proficient at keeping these new machines running. We were lucky that they had lived in the hills in the first place, lucky to have so many of them among our number.

Still, there were challenges the mountain people weren't up to. Once the machines decided that humans posed at least some threat should they decide to take up arms in an effort to reclaim what was once their world (and it would be unfair to say this wasn't discussed), they began preparing to take the war to us. At that point, the only viable option was flight. We had the foresight to preserve the means of re-creating the tunneling spacecraft that had been used to survey extrasolar planets. This had been seen as a last-ditch option best saved for a moment of true desperation, because the challenge of navigating one of those without a computer...it would be fairer to say that we didn't navigate at all. There were dark decades wasted out in the empty black, and if it's still there, the little surprise we left behind Saturn would not be so little anymore.

I don't know if it's still there or not, and it would be honest to say that no one plans on looking.

I suspect that we're afraid of our own reactions to what we would find. Many among us might find ourselves disappointed if the black hole has resealed itself, or joyful that it remains. I would like to say that, mostly, there are more important things to be done on our new world, where we are aided only by machines that cannot think

And nobody–not one person–eats rice.

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