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ü"Wannabet?"
ÇbyGardEggesbøAbrahamsen
"I'vegotagreatidea!"Itwasn'tnormalforJohntohavegreatideas,
butsometimeshereallyhadsome(greatideas).
FredlookedatsomeofJohn'sCDsunderJohn'sstereo.Histhoughts
wereeverywhereonacertainfemalepebbithewas-onecouldsay-madly
inlovewith.HestoppedataCDcalled"Who'sthatgirl"."EarthCD"he
thoughtandlookedfurtherthroughJohn'scollectionwithoutpayingany
attentiontoJohn'sgreatidea.
"I'mgonnamakemycomputerthink,"Johncontinued.
Fredhalted.
"It'sgonnabearevolutionaryprogramme"
FredturnedaroundandlookedatJohnashegrabbedhisglassofcoke
andstarteddrinkingfromit,stillnotpayinganyattentionofJohn's
plans.Theglasswassoonemptiedandhethenthoughtsomebodysaid
somethingand...Well,ithadtobeJohnbecauseitwasonlythosetwoin
theroom.HelookedatJohnasifhehadpayedattentionallthetimebut
wasn'tquitesurewhathereallyühadÇsaid.
"Can'tyousee?"Johnthoughthisfriendwasstupid.Infactall
pebbitsarestupid,exceptJohnofcourse."IfIcanmakemycomputer
think,Iwillgetrich!AndIthinkIcandoit!Ireallymeanit!!!"
Fredlaughed.Itwasthemostinsanejokehehadheardinyears.
Pebbitsaren'tüthatÇstupid,youknow."Getoffit,John,"hesaid."You
knowyoucan'tmakeacomputerthink.It'simpossible."
Ifthecomputercouldthink,itwouldnowcalculatethedatasofFred's
wordsandfindsomethingverywittytosay.Andsoitdid.
Fredlookeddeadsurprised.Hedidn'texpectthistohappen.Itwasthe
mostperfectspeechsynthesishehadeverheard.Butthewords"Wanna
bet?"hehadheardthecomputersay,fitsoperfectlyhejustcouldn't
believeit.Didthecomputerreallythink...?
Johnbrokethesilencewithahystericallaughter.Hewassoexcitedhe
justhadtotellFredabouthislittlejoke."Heh!Icopiedthat
programmefromStefanthismorning!Great,eh?"Heturnedtothebottle
ofcokeandstartedpouringthecokeintohisglass."Youknowmachines
can'tthink!"
"Wannabet?Wa-wa-wa-wannabet?"
Johnhalted."Hey!Fred!Getoffthatcomputer!Youdon'tknowhowto
useit!"
Fred'sfacewentwhite,butJohndidn'tnotice.Johnwasverybusy
pouringcokeintohisglass.
"But..."Fredtried."Ihaven'teventouchedit!"
"Oh,yes,youhave!"Johnturnedaround,lookedatFred,lookedatthe
stereo,lookedatJohnandlookeddeadscared.
"Wannabet?"Thestereocontinued.Itthenswungitsloud-speakers
aroundtheroom,bangingJohnandFredintheirheads,knockingthecoke
overandcrushingtheTVscreen.
"Youcan'tdothis!"Johnwentcrazyandtotallyandutterlynuts.It
hurledtowardsthestereo.
"Wa-wa-wa-wa-wannabe-bet?"ThestereorappedandchokedJohnwitha
cable.Ithadn'tnoticed,though,thatFredhadreachedthesocket.He
bentdown,puthishandroundtheplugandwasabouttopullitoutwhen
thestereonoticed.
"Nicetry,butI'llbet,yesbet,be-be-betyourde-de-deadinafew
seconds..."
AloudspeakerstartedbangingFred'shead,buthedidn'tnotice.
Pebbitshavequiteathicklayeroffatalloverthebody.Ifyoutryto
shootapebbitbetweentheeyes,forinstance,thebulletwouldn'tstand
achanceconsideringthethicklayersoffatprotectingthebrain-and
letusnotforgetthehair...
Ç Thestereofoundoutthisquitfast,anditwasafightaboutlifeand
death.Itthenthoughtofabetteridea."Greatprogramme,eh?"the
stereosaidwithJohn'svoice(everheardofsampling?"Icopieditfrom
Stefanthismorning!"
Freddiedofhystericallaughter.Threeweekslater,theelectricity
companyturnedofthelightbecausetheelectricitybillwasn'tpayed.