Back Fall; or, Dodge in Hell
Chapters (77)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Dedication
  4. Book 1
  5. Part 1
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Part 2
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Part 3
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Part 4
  25. Chapter 17
  26. Chapter 18
  27. Chapter 19
  28. Chapter 20
  29. Chapter 21
  30. Chapter 22
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24
  33. Part 5
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. Chapter 30
  40. Chapter 31
  41. Chapter 32
  42. Part 6
  43. Chapter 33
  44. Chapter 34
  45. Chapter 35
  46. Chapter 36
  47. Chapter 37
  48. Chapter 38
  49. Chapter 39
  50. Chapter 40
  51. Chapter 41
  52. Part 7
  53. Chapter 42
  54. Book 2
  55. Part 8
  56. Chapter 43
  57. Chapter 44
  58. Part 9
  59. Chapter 45
  60. Chapter 46
  61. Chapter 47
  62. Part 10
  63. Chapter 48
  64. Chapter 49
  65. Part 11
  66. Chapter 50
  67. Chapter 51
  68. Chapter 52
  69. Chapter 53
  70. Chapter 54
  71. Chapter 55
  72. Chapter 56
  73. Map of The Land
  74. Acknowledgments
  75. About The Author
  76. Also By Neal Stephenson
  77. Copyright

“Tell you what,” Solly said, manipulating some kind of UI. “Why don’t you dictate it. Saves time. I just turned on voice capture.”

“The connectome was a Tower of Babel,” Sophia began, speaking slowly at first, then warming to the task. “The same basic set of connections, interpreted and expressed in dozens of different ways. In order to even get started, I had to write code that would walk through all of those files and spit out a connectome that I could at least work with. During the summer I’d laid a lot of the groundwork, but the code was slow and buggy. I cleaned it up and got it to run faster. By Thanksgiving break I had something I could use.”

“Use how?” Solly asked.

“I just mean that it was compatible with the neural simulation algorithms that I had access to here at Princeton. Until then it had been a total ‘square peg, round hole’ problem.”

“But by Thanksgiving you were in a position to get the peg into the hole.”

“Yeah, so then I fired it up on a small scale during December. Meaning, I got the simulation algorithms to run on a tiny subset of the connectome.”

“Proof of concept by Christmas. Very good.”

“Okay, that’s what I’ll call it. Proof of concept.” She jotted that down. “Then I spent winter break feeling kind of depressed about the whole thing.”

“No one gives a shit about your feelings,” Enoch pointed out, in a cheerful way. Not being mean at all. Wry humor.

Sophia accepted it in the same spirit but pushed back a little. “Right, but there was a technical basis for those personal feelings.”

“Which was?” C-plus asked.

“I couldn’t think of any intermediate steps to take next. It makes sense to simulate one neuron. Two neurons talking to each other. Fine. Beyond that, it’s a network. Network effects are all that matter. Simulating, say, a thousand neurons doesn’t break any new ground. People have been doing that for decades. The fact that the connectome of those thousand neurons was arbitrarily cut and pasted from DB is completely meaningless—it might as well have come from a mouse brain.”

“Agreed,” Solly said.

“The only meaningful next step was to light up the whole connectome at once.”

“Really? Then why had no one done this before?”

“Well, for one thing, the data has been lacking. A full connectome of a human brain has only come into existence in the last couple of years. Then there’s the lack of resources—who would pay for all the computing power required? So it was inconceivable until Hole in the Wall came online.”