Rilchiam slides the CD-ROM into the drive and straightens up, ready to start the installation. Her heart clenches as the screen goes black: has the monitor burned out? A brilliant white light causes her to dive to the floor, hands over her eyes: when she dares to look around, the light is hovering above her. In mellifluous tones, it begins to speak. If a light can speak.
“Rilchiam, greetings. I am the search engine of the future. You have been chosen to beta-test me.”
“Uh…okay. Well, first, I’d like to find a lyrics archive, since the one I was using was closed or something…”
“Ah, let me explain, Rilchiam. I am no ordinary search engine. I can retrieve information not only from the Internet; I can go directly to the source and find out what’s never been made public. If someone asks about the existence of Atlantis, or the disappearance of the Roanoke company, or what really happened at Roswell, I will be able to answer with complete accuracy.”
"Oh, I get it. O-kay.
"I would like to see the dailies of Eric Stoltz in Back to the Future: the ones which caused the producers to declare “Not funny enough” and set about luring Michael Fox away from “Family Ties”.
"I would like a transcript of what O.J. said to Rosey Grier. As I’m sure you know, Simpson was allowed to talk with Grier with no guards present and no security video running. At one point, Simpson raised his voice: people nearby claimed they’d heard him say something damning. But that could be a matter of their hearing what they wanted to hear.
“I would also like a transcript, including movements and facial expressions, of Richard Nixon’s meeting with Henry Kissinger in the Oval Office, the last night Nixon was in office. Some say Nixon cried, some say he asked Kissinger to pray with him, some say he did both, and some say neither. But I don’t see how anyone can know anything. That was the one night the tape recorders weren’t on, ha ha, and these stories were told by other people. So if the information didn’t come from Nixon or Kissinger, it’s not valid. For all anyone knows, they’d gotten David Eisenhower to score some weed for them so they could roll a fatty. And Nixon said ‘Isn’t it odd…they got me cornered, and yet…there are no corners in an oval office?’”
“I thank you for your time, Rilchiam. I will have your information momentarily. Do you perhaps know other people who would like to participate in the testing?”
