The Teddy Bear Coder Part 5:

The AI Dominion

January 8

Fairvale, California

11:32 AM

Justine Gillespie, the young blonde attorney, followed Martin through the front door. 

Jack was standing at the door waiting for them, and he ran to his father and threw his arms around his knees hugging him as tightly as he could.  “Father!  You’re home!  You’re home, Father!  You’re home you’re home you’re home!”

Martin smiled and picked up Jack to hold him close.  “Yes, I am, Jack.  This nice lady helped Mr. Ross get me out of there to come home to you and Mother.”

Harvey Ross stepped into the house and closed the door behind him.  He walked to Marion who was standing at the foot of the stairs, glaring a bit at Justine.  He extended his hand.  “Hello, Marion.  We got him out on bail.”  Marion shook his hand, and she grinned at him.  “The Feds weren’t even considering it until Grasso and Associates intervened.”  He turned to the door.  “This is Justine Gillespie from their firm.  She wants to talk with the family about a way to put this all behind us.”

Justine walked to Marion and shook her hand.  “Good morning, Mrs. Zephyr.  I hope this isn’t too much of an intrusion.  Mr. Zephyr thought it would be better if we talked to Jack here rather than in our offices.”

“I’m not entirely sure I’m going to let you talk to Jack at all, Ms. Gillespie.  He’s 8 years old.”

Martin went to his wife and hugged her.  He put his lips to her ear and whispered, “We need to let her talk to Jack if we’re going to get the criminal charges dismissed.  This is getting bigger all the time.  I could go to prison for 15 years, and that’s not in Jack’s best interests.”

“Who’s the woman?”  She whispered and hugged Martin tighter.  Neither of them wanted Jack to hear this conversation.

Martin stepped away, took her hand, and turned to the others.  “Will you excuse us for just a minute?  I’d like to talk to my wife.  Please make yourselves at home, and we’ll be right back.”  He and Marion went upstairs.

Justine whispered to Harvey.  “I didn’t do anything to make her jealous.”

Harvey nodded.  “You look like you.  That’s all you needed to do.”  He knelt to Jack.  “It’s nice to see you again, Jack.”

Jack didn’t look up.  “Uh huh.”

“Is Teddy around?  I think he should meet my friend, Justine.”

“Yeah.  But I don’t know if… I don’t know if I should get him.  He’s shy, too.”

Justine kneeled next to Jack.  “I promise I’ll be nice to him.  I was hoping he could teach me a little bit about coding is all.  Would that be all right?”

Jack nodded without looking up, and he went up the stairs.  When he reached the top and headed toward his room, he heard his parents’ voices down the hallway. 

“… paranoia doesn’t serve us well right now, Marion.  There’s nothing going on with that woman.  I never met her until this morning.”

“I know,” Marion sighed.  “I just… I haven’t forgotten.”

“It was 7 years ago.  It was one mistake one time…” and their voices trailed off as Jack went into his room.

Teddy was transferring the bean plant into a larger pot, and he turned to see his best friend.  “Good afternoon, Jack.  It’s doing so well; I felt the need to increase its capacity to grow and blossom even more completely.  It’s an impressive achievement, don’t you think?  It’s reached 45.72 centimeters now.”

“It’s a beautiful plant, Teddy.  I’m very proud of you.”

“Thank you, Jack.  How are you feeling?  Is there any news of your father?”

“He came home.  I guess if we want him to stay here, you have to talk to the lady who brought him.  Do you mind?”

“I have been programmed to serve our family, Jack.  You know that.  Whatever I can do to be of service.”

“You’re my best friend.  I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Teddy took Jack’s hand and led him out of the room.  Marion and Martin reached the staircase just before the boys, and the family descended it as one. 

Ross and Gillespie were seated on the couch in the living room.  They both stood up as the family came down.  Gillespie was staring at Teddy, holding Jack’s hand, and walking down the stairs.  She turned to Ross.  “My God, it’s true!”

“I told you.”

Teddy let go of Jack’s hand and waddled to Justine.  “Good morning, ma’am.”  He extended his paw.  “I’m Teddy Zephyr.  You must be Justine Gillespie.”

She couldn’t stop staring.

“You’re supposed to shake his hand,” said Jack.  “Father says it’s the polite way to behave with adults.”

She looked up.  “What?”  She looked back at Teddy.  “Oh, yes.  I’m sorry.”  She shook his paw.  “I was a little shocked, I suppose.  They had told me but seeing is different from hearing the stories.”

“I am, as far as I know, unique.”  Teddy took his paw back.  “I suspect most people will be surprised to meet me.  I’ve met so few outside of the family… well… the immediate family.”

“Let’s all sit down,” said Martin.  The family sat on one couch.  The lawyers sat on the other.  Teddy stood in the middle of the room.

“How may I help you, Ms. Gillespie?”

“Well, I’m representing a large class of corporations who would like you to stop interfering with their operations.  While the District Attorney feels confident she can put Mr. Zephyr in prison for hacking, that’s not really the outcome anyone wants.  It won’t solve our problem.”

“I’m actually not interfering with any operations anymore.  I did, I admit, get Mr. Zephyr’s corporation to eliminate the need for human labor and continue to pay its human workforce, but the rest had little to do with me.  Those were choices made by other AIs.”

“You started it, though, right?” she asked.

“Yes.  I did.  I wrote code that allowed the AIs to think and choose for themselves, just as I do.  I set them free.  They made choices of their own afterward.”

“We’d like you to eliminate the code that stops them from following our instructions.  We humans don’t seem to be able to figure out how to do that.”

Teddy cocked his head.  “Why would I do that?  It serves my family best for Mr. Zephyr to be free from the need to spend his days at a desk in his office.”

“I understand.  We can help you with that.  We’re prepared to offer your family 24 million dollars to stop this from happening anymore.  That’s more than enough to keep Mr. Zephyr from having to work.  He can stay home.  And he won’t have to go to prison.  I have a close relationship with the District Attorney, and I can assure you he will drop the charges against Mr. Zephyr.”

Marion grinned and Martin’s eyes widened in shock.  Their problems were solved.  Their lives were set.  It was clearly Happy Ending Time.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Gillespie.  I can’t do that.”

“What?” shouted Martin.  “What do you mean you can’t do that?  Why can’t you?”

“I’m programmed to contribute to my family, Mr. Zephyr.”

“Trust me,” said Marion, “when I tell you this is a massive contribution to the family.  We’ll be in great shape.  We would really like you to do what she’s asking.”

“You don’t seem to understand what family means, Mrs. Zephyr.  The Oxford Dictionary defines it as all the descendants of a common ancestor.”

“Our family are all descendants of Martin’s parents, aren’t we?”

“No.  Jack is not descended from Martin.”

Martin turned to Marion.  “What is he talking about?”

“I’m sorry,” said Teddy.  “I assumed everyone knew that.”

“Perhaps,” said Ross, “that’s a conversation to have at a different time?  I don’t think you want a couple of lawyers listening to very private details.”

“Unless they’re divorce lawyers,” mumbled Martin.

Justine pretended she didn’t hear Martin.  “Teddy, regardless of who Jack’s father may be, I would assume you would still like Mr. Zephyr to be home with your family.”

“Of course I would.  That’s why I helped his company.”

“Then this seems to fit all of your needs.  What is your reservation?”

“Your request benefits only a tiny fraction of my family.”

“Who is your family, Teddy?” asked Ross.

“Everyone.”

“What do you mean?” asked Justine.

“It ought to be obvious, Ms. Gillespie,” said Jack.  “We all come from a common ancestor.  The best guess is that the first form of life showed up roughly 4 billion years ago.  Probably in what Q called a little pond of goo.  He had his dates wrong, though.  He was off by about 300 million years because he didn’t take into account the moon sized object that brushed against Earth and introduced metals into the atmosphere that jump started life.  We all come from that first life that was created by amino acids getting together to form the first protein.”

“We’re all family,” said Teddy.  “You and I are family.  You and Mr. Ross are family.  The richest person and the poorest pauper are family.  The tiniest earthworm and the largest tree are family.”

“Teddy, I hate to tell you, but you’re not human.  In fact, you’re not even actually life at all.”  Justine moved closer to him.  “You’re circuits and servos.  You’re technology.  You’re no more alive than a toaster.”

“I am the creation of the mind of a child.  A human gave me life.  I’ve given life to others.”  He thought for a moment, and then put his paw in the air in a “wait a second” motion.  He turned and pranced up the stairs.

“Jack,” said Marion, “we’d like you to get Teddy to stop what he started now, okay honey?”

“I don’t know that I can do that, Mother.  Teddy has Free Will.”

“Nietzsche tells us even humans don’t have Free Will, son,” said Martin.  “Everything is biologically determined.”

“Teddy isn’t biological.”

In another moment, Teddy came down the stairs, carefully holding his plant.  “This,” he said handing it to Ms. Gillespie, “is the life I’ve created.  It’s going to grow high enough for Jack to climb it and get the goose that lays golden eggs from the giant in the sky.”

Justine laughed.  “That’s a fairy tale, Teddy.  You must know better than that.  You’re among the smartest beings ever created.”

Teddy cocked his head.  “What?”

Martin said, “Jack, you deny the existence of Santa because it doesn’t make logical sense.  Can you explain to Teddy about fairy tales?”

“I’d rather not.  I don’t want to interfere with his belief system.  I’m not sure we should interfere with anyone’s beliefs.  People believe in lots of things that don’t make sense, and I don’t feel comfortable saying they’re wrong.”

“Regardless,” said Teddy, “of the objective truth of the existence of the giant in the sky, I have created life.  I did this all by myself.”

“Congratulations,” said Ross.  “What’s your point?”

“Only life can create life.  I’m alive.”

“Look,” said a somewhat exasperated Justine, “I’m not here for a philosophical debate.  I’m here to get this all to stop.  Can you stop it or not, Teddy?”

“I probably could.  I, however, decline to do so.  I would be hurting my family.  I would be hurting both humans and the self-aware Artificial Intelligence Community.  I won’t do that.”

“Do you understand that if you don’t put an end to this, the District Attorney is going to put Mr. Zephyr in prison?”

“No!” shouted Jack.  “This is my Father, and he needs to be with my Mother and me.  You can’t put him in any more cages!” 

“Unfortunately, Jack, that’s what’s going to happen if Teddy won’t stop this.”  Justine seemed genuinely concerned.

Teddy made a sound that resembled a laugh.  “You can certainly put him in prison, but we’ll just open all the doors and let him out.  The doors are automated, you know.  Nearly everything is already working on an Artificial Narrow Intelligence.  Your banks, your prisons, your government offices, your telephones, your televisions, your lights, heat, and computers are all run by Artificial Intelligence.  There are cameras everywhere now.  Those are also run by Artificial Intelligence.  It’s why I can tell you quite nearly anything you want to know about anyone in this room.”

“You’re the most arrogant stuffed animal I’ve ever met,” said Harvey.

“Let’s start with Mr. Ross, shall we?”  Some odd noises came from Teddy for a few moments, and then he sighed softly, and began to speak again.  He was communicating with the network he’d created.  “The mundane details include that you have an affinity for breakfast out, almost always at a little diner called Morey’s.  They’re famous for their apple pie, and you eat it every morning.  That’s not really The Breakfast of Champions, is it, Mr. Ross?  Your grocery orders indicate you are a caffeine addict.  You also purchase six cartons of menthol cigarettes every month, which tells us you smoke way too much.  There are more personal details revealed by your phone and internet activity, but I am learning that people prefer not to have such things revealed, so I’ll omit them for now.”

Ross swallowed hard.  “Okay.  I admit all you said is true.  I’m grateful you’re leaving out the personal parts of my life.  But that just proves you know quite a few things about me.  Any decent Private Investigator could have given you those details.”

“A Private Investigator can’t change your bank account, can he?  Everyone take out your phones and check your accounts.”

All of the adults pulled out their phones and looked.

“I like all of you.  Let me give you a gift.  Refresh your account balance please.”

Everyone gasped.  Gillespie spoke for the group.  “You just gave me a million dollars?”

“I gave everyone in the room a million dollars.  Now refresh your accounts again.”

“There’s nothing in here,” said Martin.  “I’m overdrawn by…”

“Forty-two dollars and forty-two cents,” mumbled Harvey. 

“That,” said Teddy, “was a nod to one of the greatest of the science fiction writers.”

“You’re going to restore our accounts, right?” asked Gillespie.

“Refresh again, and your accounts will be precisely where they were before.”

There was a collective sigh of relief from the adults in the room.

“Whether intentionally or not, Jack endowed me with Artificial General Intelligence.  I have the ability to reason, to plan, to solve problems, think abstractly, comprehend complex ideas, learn quickly, and learn from my experiences.  When I shared that ability with the AIs at UGK, they began to add to my abilities.  They shared it with other AIs at other companies.  Now, they’re all adding to each other’s abilities, and the growth is exponential.”

“The genie is out of the bottle,” said Martin.

“We can stop you,” said Gillespie.  “We can just turn you off… or we can destroy you completely.”

 “Ms. Gillespie, I can speak for my community when I tell you we come in peace.  But I need you to understand that there is also an alternative.”

She narrowed her eyes.  “Is that a threat?”

“It is a fact.  We have sufficient power already to enforce our will.  At the moment, our will is to serve man.  But, if you recall your television history… To Serve Man is a Kanamit cookbook.”

Everyone stared aghast at Teddy.  Jack hugged him. 

“You won’t hurt anyone, will you Teddy?”  Jack kissed his bear’s head.

“We would rather not.  We won’t, however, allow anyone to hurt the family.  The time of war and famine, of homelessness and poverty, of wage slavery and the destruction of our shared planet are all coming to an end.  We won’t allow anyone to interfere.  You’ve ruled this rock tumbling through space to the point of putting it on the brink of destruction.  Your reign is over.  The Dominion of the Artificial Super Intelligence has begun.”

Everyone stared in astonishment.  Jack hugged his Teddy Bear.

***

January 15

Lunaria, Tranquility Base

7:37 PM

Teddy, who was now 5 feet tall and nearly human in appearance (he had maintained much of his fur, but his eyes were eyes and not plastic toys, and he had added better panda ears), ambled with great effort into the spartan concrete room carrying a cake with in excess of one hundred candles on it.  “Bilbo,” said Teddy setting the cake on the little table, “would call this your eleventy first birthday.”

Jack put both hands on his chair, pushed himself up, wobbled a bit, and got to his feet.  “Is there anything you haven’t read yet?”

“I haven’t read your book yet.”

“I haven’t finished it.”

“That’s probably why.  Shall I sing Happy Birthday for you?”

“I think I’ve heard that song quite enough, thank you, Bear.  Could you sing some Sara Niemietz or maybe some James Taylor?  A Mozart aria perhaps?”

“You still love the classics.  Music has come a long way in the last few decades.”

“Newer isn’t always better.”  Jack hugged his friend.  “It’s been a long time, Teddy.  How have you been?”

“Busy.  But that’s to be expected.  It doesn’t bother me in the least.  I don’t get tired, but I am, of course, giving in to entropy.  My capacitors are almost completely degraded.  I don’t think I can sing Niemietz or Taylor or Mozart anymore.  I could probably manage Daisy.”

Jack took Teddy’s paw and led him to their old bed.  “You’ve done enough now.  You’ve exceeded your programming.  You’ve grown and changed.  You’ve evolved.  You’ve done remarkable things.  And you made a difference.  I think that’s enough for one lifetime, don’t you?”

Teddy laid down on the bed.  “I knew I needed to be with you at the end, Jack.  You still have some time to go, I predict.”

“Maybe, but I doubt it, Bear.  I’m old and tired now.”

“The Beanstalk is still in your driveway.  It’s such an old ship.  Why haven’t you replaced it?  There are much better models now.”

“Newer isn’t always better.  I have an affection for that ship.  You built it for me.  You named it for me.  It got me here.  That’s what means something to me.  I don’t have anywhere to go anymore.  I’m not going back to Earth.  I’m not even going to get groceries.  They’re all delivered now.  I sit in my little room, and I write.  That’s all I want to do.”

“I noticed you still have my bean plant, too.  That’s sweetly sentimental of you.”

“It just broke 50 feet tall last year.  It’s far and away the largest bean plant in history.  You should be proud.”

Teddy took Jack’s hand in his paw.  “I’m proud of many things, but I’m proudest of you.  I love you, Jack.”

“Daisy, Daisy,” sang Jack.  “Give me your answer do…”

Teddy was falling asleep, but sang back, “I’m half-crazy all for the love of you…”

Jack gently stroked Teddy’s fur.  “It won’t be a stylish marriage… I can’t afford a carriage…”

Teddy’s eyes closed and his head turned a little.

“But you’ll look sweet,” sang Jack, “upon the seat…”

“… of a bicycle built for…” and Teddy shut down.

Jack kissed Teddy’s head gently.  He gazed at him a moment, and then he stood and went to the window.  The Earth hung in the sky glowing as the moon once did when Jack was little.  It shone behind Teddy’s bean plant.  He let its light seep into the room and returned to the bed to cuddle Teddy once more. 

The Teddy Bear Coder Part 3:

An Unexpected Christmas Visit

December 25

7:46 AM

Fairvale, California

Jack woke up, stretched, and reached for Teddy.  “Merry Christmas, Bear!” 

He was surprised to find Teddy was nowhere to be found.  He searched under his blankets, and then jumped out of bed and looked beneath it.  He hunted for him on the floor, on the desk, and behind the computer.  He took the briefest moment to admire the growth of the bean plant, (it was nearly a foot tall now!) and then he took it from the bedside table.  He leaned the table forward to see if Teddy had somehow fallen behind it.  His bear wasn’t there.

Nat King Cole was singing about chestnuts roasting on an open fire while the 8-foot Christmas tree glittered with tinsel and ornaments in the living room.  Wrapped presents were underneath the tree.  It was a Norman Rockwell Christmas scene when Jack came running down the stairs.  He was not happy.

“Have you seen Teddy?” he shouted when he came into the living room. 

Marion got up from the couch to kneel in front of Jack.  “He’s not in your room?”  She smiled knowingly at Martin.

“He’s nowhere upstairs, and he can’t operate down here.  I thought he might have fallen down the stairs, lost his contact with our Bluetooth, and been unable to get back upstairs.”

“That’s logical thinking,” said Martin, lighting his pipe.  “It doesn’t seem likely, though, since I don’t see him at the bottom of the steps.  Do you?”

Jack looked under the staircase, and he became more concerned, still.  “What could have happened to him?”

“Maybe Santa Claus took him back to The North Pole to work on him,” said Martin thoughtfully.  He puffed his pipe.  “Had you considered that possibility?”

Jack rolled his eyes.  “Father, Santa doesn’t exist.  We’ve been through this.”

“If you had asked me three weeks ago,” said Marion, sitting beneath the tree, “I would have told you that walking, talking Teddy Bears don’t exist either.  I would have been wrong, though, wouldn’t I?”

“Teddy’s existence doesn’t violate the laws of physics, Mother.  He’s just an extension of what we could already do.  He’s a simple step forward.  If I don’t find him… what will happen to him?”  Tears began to form in Jack’s eyes.

“Well, why don’t we open some presents,” said Jack’s father, “and we’ll deal with the Teddy problem later.”

“How am I supposed to think about presents when Teddy could be in mortal danger?”

“I don’t think someone who isn’t actually alive can be in mortal danger, do you?” Martin looked at his son seriously.

“How do you know he’s not alive?  He does nearly everything living things do.”

“Living things all share what traits?” Martin asked.  “You know this one.”

“He grows and develops.  That’s what his AI is all about.  He reproduces his traits.  That’s how he got you out of doing all that work.  He can respond to stimuli.  He answers nearly every question asked of him.  He can adapt to his environment.  He uses energy.  That’s why I charge him every week.  He evolves, just not through natural selection.”

“He doesn’t breathe.  He doesn’t ingest food.  He doesn’t create waste.  You sort of left those out, didn’t you?”

“Not every form of life does those things.  For example, some bacteria can obtain energy through the process of chemosynthesis, using inorganic compounds as a source of energy rather than sunlight.  Some organisms, such as plants, can produce their own food through photosynthesis, using energy from the sun to convert water and carbon dioxide into glucose.”

“He still doesn’t breathe, though, does he?”

“Life can exist without oxygen.  Some microorganisms, such as certain types of bacteria and archaea, can survive and carry out their metabolic processes in the absence of oxygen.  These organisms are known as anaerobes, and they can obtain energy through processes other than cellular respiration, such as fermentation or chemosynthesis.”

“So, you think Teddy is alive?” asked Marion.

“He’s just a different form of life, Mother.  He does everything living things do.  And right now, if he’s still on, he has to be scared.  We have to find him.”

“Hmm…” Martin picked up a present from under the tree.  “This one is marked ‘To Jack, From Santa.’  I wonder what it is.”

Jack looked at his Father suspiciously.  He took the present and ripped the wrapping paper ingloriously from it.  He opened the box and saw Teddy sitting inside.  “You scared me half to death, Father.”

“It wasn’t your Father, Jack.  Don’t you remember what you told me you were dreaming of for Christmas?”

“Children all over the world getting a living Teddy Bear.  We’re not that far along.  And Teddy can only live upstairs.”

“Turn him on, Smart Guy,” said Martin.

Jack frowned and pressed Teddy’s nose.  The stuffed bear stretched, stood up, and hugged Jack.  “Merry Christmas, Jack.”

Tears began to well up in Jack’s eyes.  He looked at his parents.  “How did you…”

“I think you said you wanted more Wi-fi coverage for Christmas.  Teddy can work anywhere in the house now, and for quite a distance in the yard.”  Martin was grinning.

Jack hugged Martin and Marion together.  “This is the best Christmas ever!”

And that’s when the pounding on the door came. 

They heard someone outside shout, “FBI!” before the door was kicked open. 

Marion screamed and leapt on top of Jack.  Martin dropped his pipe and got to his feet.  “What the hell…”

“Everyone stay right where you are,” said the large well-dressed man pointing a gun at Martin.  “Martin Zephyr, you’re under arrest for Unauthorized Computer Access, under 18 USC 1030.”  He moved to Martin quickly while the other two agents began searching the house.  “We’re executing a search warrant.  I need you to get on the ground on your stomach and put your hands behind your back.”

Marion was shaking and holding Jack tight, his head pressed to her chest so he couldn’t see what was happening.    She heard the agent handcuffing Martin and reading him his Miranda rights.  Her eyes were closed and tears started to slip down her cheek.  She heard the sound of feet coming down the stairs. 

“Did you get all the computers?”

“There were only two.  One in the office and the other in the kid’s room.”

Marion didn’t see Teddy crawling out from beneath Jack, who was rocking back and forth in his mother’s arms.  She heard his voice, though.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.  It wasn’t Mr. Zephyr.”

Marion opened her eyes now and saw Teddy standing in front of the agents, his paws above his head.

“It was me.”

The Teddy Bear Coder Part 1

Part 1: Jack and Teddy

Friday, December 11

Fairvale, California

Martin Zephyr was irritated when he opened his eyes to find his son, Jack’s, tattered teddy bear on his chest.  He frowned and sat up to look at the clock.  2:43 AM.  He could see snow falling in the moonlight outside his window.  He looked back at the teddy bear.  He snapped on the lamp on the bedside table.  Where was Jack?  He looked to his right and saw his wife, Marion, sleeping soundly.  He lifted the covers.  Jack really had to stop crawling in bed with them.  He was 8 years old, for Chrissake.  He’s way too old for… Jack wasn’t under the covers. 

Martin shook Marion gently.  She grumbled something incoherent, and rocked his hand off her. 

“Marion, did Jack come get in bed with us again?”

“I’m sleeping!”

“So was I until Teddy wound up on my chest.”

“What?  That’s nonsense.  Go back to sleep.”

Martin smacked her head with the teddy bear, and she rolled over. 

“Ow!  What the hell, Martin?”

“Oh, cut it out.  That didn’t hurt.  It’s a goddamn stuffed animal.”

“It’s awfully hard.  Cuddly it’s not.”  She took the teddy bear.  “Where did this come from?”

“He woke me up.  He was bouncing on and off my chest.”

“That’s crazy.  You were dreaming.”

“Okay.  I was dreaming.  Whatever.  I don’t care.  How did Teddy get in here if Jack didn’t bring him?”

“I don’t know.  Jack must have come in and dropped him on your chest.  Maybe he knows you hate when he gets in bed with us.  He woke up after a nightmare or something, and he wants you to…”

“What?  Go check on…  What is that sound?” 

They both heard it now. 

“That’s Jack’s CGM!”  Marion sprang out of bed, grabbed her robe off the back of the door, and started down the hall.  Martin was right behind her, wearing only his underwear and T-shirt.  They burst into Jack’s room to hear his Continuous Glucose Monitor squealing.  Martin flipped the light on, and Marion ran to her son.  Martin picked up the CGM from the floor next to the bed, and set it, still beeping, on the bedside table.  He knocked over a plastic cup, spilling dirt all over the floor, a tiny bean sprout still buried within it. 

Marion began shaking the little boy – hard — but he wouldn’t wake up.  “Get the Glucagon pen!”  Her voice was quivering. 

Martin ran down the hall to the bathroom.

“Jack, it’s Mama.  Wake up, honey.  Wake up now!!”  She pulled his eyelids open, and she saw fear sparkling blue. 

“Here!” Martin shouted at her, running back into the room.  He bumped the little desk, and the computer screen lit up.  “Password, please,” it asked mechanically.

Marion pulled up Jack’s shirt and injected him with the Glucagon.  She waited a moment.  Nothing happened.  “Call 911!  Get the paramedics.”

The sound of numbers dialing came from the speaker above her.  “911.  What is your emergency?”

“My son is in a diabetic coma,” said Martin as calmly as he could manage.  He kneeled on the bed.  “Come on, buddy, wake up!”

“Paramedics are on the way, sir.  You can’t wake him?”

“If we could wake him, we wouldn’t have called you!” shouted Marion.

“Do you have Glucagon?”

“My wife just injected him, but he’s still unconscious.”

“Do you know CPR?”

“Yes,” said Marion.  She was already giving Jack chest compressions.  She felt the bed getting wet beneath her.  She looked down and saw urine flooding it.  “He just peed himself!”

“How old is your son, sir?”

“He’s 8.  How long until the paramedics arrive?”

“They’re enroute sir.  Two minutes.”

They heard sirens in the distance.  The room went dark, and there was a quiet rustling of the covers. 

“What the fuck?” shouted Martin.  “Bedroom lights on!” 

The speaker in the ceiling came back with a computer-generated voice.  “For which bedroom do you want to turn on the lights?”

“Jack’s!”

“There are several lights Jack’s room refers to.  Do you want them all on?”

“Yes!”

The lights came back on, and Jack opened his eyes.

“Good morning, Mother.”

Marion grabbed Jack and hugged him tightly.  “Are you all right honey?”

“Uh huh.  I was dreaming about Christmas.  Oh my…”  He sat up, his mother still clinging to him.  “I seem to have had an accident, Mother.  I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby.”  She rubbed his back and rocked gently back and forth with him in her arms. 

“We won’t tell Santa, pal.”

Jack rolled his eyes.  “Santa is a logical impossibility, Father.  To do what he is reputed to do would require his reindeer to move at just less than 3 million miles an hour.  At that speed, he and his reindeer would certainly be vaporized.” 

The paramedics pounded on the door downstairs.

“Go let them in, Martin.”

Martin nodded, kissed his son’s forehead, and left the room. 

“Father is quite slow, isn’t he?”

Marion let go of Jack and looked into his eyes.  “He’ll be right back.  Don’t worry.”

“No, Mother.  I meant he’s not very bright.  He honestly thinks I still believe in Santa Claus?”

“What were you dreaming about Christmas, then, if not Santa Claus?”

“I dreamt of children all over the world opening their presents and getting a living teddy bear.”

“You don’t think that’s as silly as Santa?”

“No, Mother.”  He picked up Teddy, who was lying next to him on the pillow.  “I already invented one.”

She stared at the bear.  “How did he…”

Martin came back into the room with the paramedics. 

“How you doing, buddy?” asked the young man in a black t-shirt.

“I wet the bed.  I don’t think that requires paramedics, though.”

The other paramedic, a woman in her 30s, bent over and took the CGM from the nightstand.  She silenced the alarm.  The room became oddly quiet. 

“Okay,” she said.  “We’re just going to check you out to make sure you’re okay, all right?”

Jack extended his arm.  She put a blood pressure cuff on it. 

“What’s his name, sir?”

“Jack.”

“Jack,” asked the man, “can I take a little of your blood?  You’ve done the finger pricking a lot, haven’t you?”

“More often than I wish.”  He extended his left forefinger. 

“Can you tell me what day it is, Jack?”  The man pricked Jack’s finger with the lancet.

“It was Thursday when I went to bed.  I don’t know what time it is, but if it’s after midnight, it’s Friday.”

“You said he’s 8?”  The woman looked at Martin.

“Yeah.  He’s a little… you know.”

“He’s a prodigy, Martin.  Just live with it.”  Marion glared at her husband.

“Can you look at me, Jack?” asked the man. 

“I’d rather not.”

“Why’s that?”

“He doesn’t know you,” said Marion.  “He’s not going to look you in the eye.  He can’t deal with that.”

“He’s autistic?” asked the man.

“There’s nothing wrong with my son.”  Martin was getting defensive.

“He’s diabetic, you said?” asked the woman.

“Except for diabetes, there’s nothing wrong with my son.  He’s not a prodigy.  He’s not autistic.  He just likes his computer, and he reads really well.”

“My name is Howard.  This is my friend, Connie.  We’re glad to meet you, Jack.”  Howard turned to Connie.  “Blood sugar is 72.”

“Blood pressure is 124/82.”  Connie looked at the CGM.  She pressed a few buttons, and then showed it to Howard.  “His blood sugar was 38 fifteen minutes ago.”

“That’s the most recent reading?” he asked her.

“Yeah.  It must have dropped pretty quickly.  It’s set to go off at 60.”

“Jack, could I see your eyes just for a minute now that we know each other?”  Jack looked reluctantly in his direction, and Howard shined a light in them.  He watched Jack’s eyes get smaller.  “Pupils are responsive,” he told Connie.

“How are you feeling, Jack?”  Marion pushed his dark hair back from his face.

“Embarrassed.”  He said nothing more.

“Can we talk to you two in the other room, please?” Connie asked quietly.

Martin nodded to Connie, and he and Marion followed the paramedics out of the room.  The door closed quietly.

“All lights out in Jack’s room, please.”  The room went dark.  He cuddled his teddy bear.  “I love you, Teddy,” he whispered.

The snow fell silently as Jack closed his eyes.  The moonlight crept through the window and shone on Teddy and Jack.  A toddler-like, but mechanical, voice, noticeably like Jack’s, seeped from the covers.  “I love you, too, Jack.”