"I don't know Dr. Sussman, and he don't know me", the aging pugilist
said to Adrian.
"There's no way they're going to upload me to MIT Scheme Edwin and be
the brains for a battlebot."
Rocky's aging body, now prunelike, shifted in the rocking chair.
"I get it...Sussman's trapped in the parser for Julia, and he has to be
extracted before they rewrite it in metacircular Julia."
"But I just can't compete with the 'bot they are uploading Bezanson's
brain to." Gigantatron, Julia's robot, had millions of dollars in
venture funding, and Edwiniac was cobbled together with spare threaded
rod stock and fan motors.
Rocky fell asleep, and...
