Youth, Logic, and Lying Machines

A biting wind whipped snowflakes across the flickering campfire at the cave entrance. Tribal members, clad in animal hides, sat huddled together, their faces painted with simple ochre, their eyes warily fixed on the dark wilderness. This was a night from the Late Paleolithic era, around 28,000 BC, somewhere in Europe. A strange young man, out of place in this world, not belonging to this era, dressed in simple animal hides to blend in with his surroundings, appeared on the edge of their sight as a lost member of a distant tribe. After a tense standoff and reliance on...