It would
take some research and a goodly amount of belief in a religion that
had all but died out thanks to the iron sandal of Christianity but it
might work. Was Native American shamanism a religion or a
spirituality? He'd have to talk to Jasfoup about it. Out of Dill's
hearing, obviously, because although he could probably trust the
golem and even engage his interest about the possibility, he couldn't
risk Sam getting wind of his plan to 'off' the golem's passenger. If
it would even work, which it probably wouldn't. He cleared his
throat. “Could you build another of these if you needed to?”
Dill didn't
even look round. “Probably, though Sam's the real hardware genius.
He rewired the main board somehow. I could probably duplicate it if I
studied the original for long enough but you're better off talking to
Sam. He's a Hardware Surgeon.”
Harold
shuddered. The way Dill had said 'Hardware Surgeon' gave him
goosebumps, as if an echo of the future had become rooted in the now.
He could imaging a army of golem soldiers, all with miniaturised
Oriases in their heads and one man, one golem, leading them to
domination over the puny humans, wiping away angel and demon alike in
their relentless, immortal march. He took a deep breath. “And just
out of interest, is it permanently connected to the world? Could you
isolate it if you needed to?”
“Why would
you need to? I wrote Orias's software, remember? His search
algorithms run through hundreds of randomly assigned nodes. He can't
be traced. Not with anything anyone else has got, anyway.”
“Are you
sure?” Harold looked at the supercomputer again. It looked less
like something from StarTrek and more like something from the
1933 version of Frankenstein. “Other countries have geniuses
too.”
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