should make you happy, right? He’s your best friend, isn’t he?”
“Except for Amy,” Josh replied. “Is he still going to be in the seminar?”
“As far as I know.”
“But what’s it about?” Amy asked. “None of the kids who are in it ever talk about it.”
“Well, it’s hardly a big secret,” Hildie replied. “Basically, it’s a class in artificial intelligence.”
Josh’s eyes widened. “Wow. You mean like in teaching computers how to think?”
“Exactly. And since both of you seem to have remarkable abilities in math, we think you’d fit in very well.”
Amy looked uncertain. “I don’t really like computers,” she said. “All the games are kind of dumb, once you’ve played them a couple of times. I mean, it’s always the same stuff, over and over again.”
“And why do you think it’s always the same stuff?” Hildie asked.
Amy looked puzzled by the question, but Josh saw the answer instantly.
“Because all a computer does is put things together the way it’s told to. It can’t figure out anything new, because it can’t think like people can.”
Amy’s brows knit as she concentrated on the idea. “But how could a computer ever think like a person?” she asked.
“That’s what the seminar is all about,” Hildie explained. “Most of what Dr. Engersol is trying to do is learn how people think. In a way, our brains are like computers, but there’s a big difference. Somehow, we manage to put all the data in our heads together and come up with new ideas. Computers can’t do that. A lot of people think that if we can figure out just how our brains come up with new ideas, we might be able to design a computer to do it, too. That’s what artificial intelligence is all about”
“But what would we be doing?” Amy asked.
Hildie shrugged. “Dr. Engersol will have to explain that to you. But I can promise you, you’ll like the seminar. Everyone who’s been in it loves it.” She smiled ruefully. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I understand it enough to know quite why they love it, but they do.”
“I don’t know,” Amy said, fidgeting on the couch. “Do I have to take it? What if I don’t want to?”
“Well, I’m sure if you don’t want to, Dr. Engersol will understand,” Hildie told her. “Of course, you probably won’t get to move down to the second floor, but it’s entirely up to you.”
“The second floor?” Amy asked, her interest suddenly engaged. The rooms on the second floor were much larger than the ones on the third, which had originally been the servants’ quarters when the mansion had been built. “Why would we get to move downstairs?”
Hildie smiled as if it should have been obvious. “It has to do with the seminar. All the students in Dr. Engersol’s class are issued special computers, and the rooms on the third floor are just too small. And since Adam’s room, and Monica’s, are empty …” She left the bait hanging. As she’d been certain would happen, both Amy and Josh snatched at it.
“Could we move downstairs today?” Amy asked eagerly. “This morning?”
Hildie chuckled. “You can move right now, if you want to,” she told them. “Does that mean you both want to join the seminar?”
The two children agreed eagerly. Hildie took two pieces of paper out of a file folder that was already lying on her desk. “In that case, here are your new schedules. Starting tomorrow, you’ll both be going into the new class first period. Amy, you’ll be moved into the mathematics class that meets at two, and I’ve put you into the same one, Josh.”
Josh broke into a smile. “Since we’re taking another class, does that mean we can stop doing P.E.?” he asked eagerly.
Hildie made a face of exaggerated disapproval. “No, it doesn’t mean you can stop doing P.E. But it does mean,” she added, as Josh’s face fell, “that we’ll be making some changes in that, too. So as soon as you leave here, I want you both to go to the gym behind the college field house and see Mr. Iverson. I’ll give you a note telling him why you’re there, and he’ll give you some tests and then help you set up a gym schedule that won’t interfere with any of your classes. Okay?”
Both children, slightly dazed by the sudden change in the schedules that had been set up little more than a week ago, nodded silently, and Hildie handed them the note for Joe Iverson, who headed the university’s physical education program.