Lembro-me de lê-lo cerca de uma década atrás na escola, pareço me lembrar do robô gigante que talvez estivesse com raiva por ele não conseguir fazer com que os números 2 se juntassem.
Lembro-me de lê-lo cerca de uma década atrás na escola, pareço me lembrar do robô gigante que talvez estivesse com raiva por ele não conseguir fazer com que os números 2 se juntassem.
Parece uma história filmada "Trurl's Machine", de Stanislaw Lem's Cyberiad.
Computador gigante insiste que dois mais dois são sete e as coisas logo se tornam violentas.
Once upon a time Trurl the constructor built an eight-story thinking machine. [...]
Extremely pleased with himself, he whistled an air and, as is always done on such occasions, asked it the ritual question of how much is two plus two.
The machine stirred. Its tubes began to glow, its coils warmed up [...]
"SEVEN!" snapped the machine. Trurl sighed and put his coveralls back on, rolled up his sleeves, opened the bottom trapdoor and crawled in.
[... They argue about this for some time, and the machine flies into a rage ...]
The machine was gathering momentum, clearly bent on running them down, so they fled just as fast as they could, the fearful rhythm of crunching steps in their ears.