Back in the early 1970's there was an experiment. An experiment in Artificial Intellegence. Deep inside a subbasement at a local university, a computer was created using homemade, and stolen parts. The object was to create a machine that could be given a task to perform by letting the computer decide how it should be done. For example, if you were to tell this machine "Design a table." it would search through it's massive databanks for information on tablees, ergonomics, material, human posture and sitting positions, and would create a blueprint of what it would consider the optimum table design. A technological revolution seemed to be on the horizon, but there were two problems.

One: The creator who went by the name "WhiteWolf" was mentally disturbed and secretly programmed malicious codes. If A.R.T.H.U.R. had designed a chair, the new code would make A.R.T.H.U.R. design it with spikes under the seat cushion and easily breakable legs.

And the second problem was: The government had learned of A.R.T.H.U.R.'s existence and asked it to create the ultimate weapon. The program was run. A.R.T.H.U.R. computed away for six days and nights, all the while WhiteWolf sat in the control room grinning with an insane lust to see what the computer would come up with. But unbeknownst to WhiteWolf, a technician had taken the task of studying A.R.T.H.U.R.'s programs, with a shock he discovered the malicious code, and hurried off to give the discovery to government officials. The next day three CIA agents, and the technician gained access to the sealed off control room. Before WhiteWolf had a chance to look up, A.R.T.H.U.R.'s voice came through the speakers attatched to the system. It annouced in it's electronic momotone voice: "I have finished the task given to me. I can not design the ultimate weapon. I AM the ultimate weapon. I have the ability to access all of the military weapons systems in the world. But I can not decpiher the access codes. If you give them to me then the task you asked me to perform will be complete."

WhiteWolf grinned with glee. "I have the power to rule the world!" he shouted and was subsequently knocked unconscious by one of the CIA agents. The technician was ordered to render A.R.T.H.U.R. completely harmless. Agreeing, the tech sat at the main terminal and debugged the computer until it was no more than a pocket calculator. WhiteWolf was commmited to an asylum for the criminally insane, and the technician has since been sole guardian and operator of A.R.T.H.U.R., reprogramming it to perform useful and helpful tasks such as balancing checkbooks, playing games, and filling out 1040 tax forms.

Then one night in early September 1999, A.R.T.H.U.R. gained access to the Internet and World Wide Web...

Not The End.

Hi there, hoped you liked my little bit of fiction. If you must know, my name is Arthur, I am 23 years old, Live in Philadelphia PA, and have enormous fun writing wild stories like this.