Chapter 5: Welcome to my Nightmare

The driver opened the rear door, and General Zhang Yong stepped out. Before him stretched the broad valley that functioned as the proving ground for the advanced weapons facility he commanded. The officers already grouped on the viewing terrace snapped to attention as he approached.

“Good afternoon,” a colonel said. “We are honored by your presence at today’s exercise.”

“I would not miss it,” the general said. His attendance was of course a foregone conclusion, given the anticipated passengers of the convoy they could all see far below, winding its slow way up the switch-backed road leading to where they stood.

“Is all in readiness?”

“Yes, sir. You can see that the forces are approaching below.”

“Good. And the troops fully understand their orders?”

“I personally briefed the field commander this morning. He in turn has ordered his troops to perform exactly as they would in a true battle.”

“Good,” the general said. His troops would soon be grateful indeed that it was a mock battle they were participating in.

In the front seat of the heavily armored limousine at the center of the convoy below, an aide with a briefing book was reviewing the details surrounding the demonstration he would soon witness. He was impressed by the extensive preparations taken to stage a realistic battle between a company of crack Chinese troops, performing as authentically armed U.S. marines, and a force composed entirely of the new, fully autonomous warbots under development at the secret facility buried inside the mountain they were now ascending.

The aide flipped to an index describing the weaponry the human force would employ. The infantry platoons would be equipped with M4 carbines and heavier M27 automatic rifles. Every third unit would be a heavy weapons platoon equipped with machine guns, mortars, or rocket-propelled grenades.

He flipped another page, and, as before, gave an involuntary shudder when he looked at the primary weapon comprising the Chinese counterforce. At first glance, it resembled a heavy, headless, short-legged horse wearing a slanted, armored shield – a “glacis,” according to the description. The shield rather resembled a snow plow wrapping around the front of the machine. It was designed to stop or deflect anything short of a light artillery shell. Piercing each shield were the barrels of a rifle and a machine gun, the former to take out a stationary target with a single shot and the latter to wreak broader havoc. Using its sensors and on-board targeting software, each warbot was far more accurate than a human marksman, even when moving forward evasively at high speed.

Viewed from the side, the aide could see an additional weapon – a grenade launcher mounted on a Z shaped support that could raise the weapon briefly above the glacis in order to fire. According to the materials, the machines could run thirty-two miles an hour in a straight line over relatively flat terrain, and twenty-five while taking evasive action.

They were murderous-looking machines, made more threatening by their ability to act as a “swarm.” Unlike a human platoon, operating under the ongoing command of a lieutenant and his superiors, every member of the robotic force was linked together, governed by a variety of assault algorithms and subject to a common, preset battle objective. Driven by substantial on-board computing power that would constantly adjust in real time after an assault was launched. Targets of opportunity could be immediately claimed by the nearest robots as they were identified, while the rest of the autonomous force would update its own target acquisition efforts based on that knowledge.

The infantry-equivalent warbots were supported by a second type of machine armed with heavier weapons – mortars and rocket-propelled grenades. These powered by tank-type treads instead of legs. But these robots were much smaller than tanks, as they had no need to enclose and protect human beings. While less maneuverable than the lighter warbots, they were equally swift.

What a terrible foe to face, the aide thought. Nominally, the two forces were equal in number and weaponry. But if a human was seriously wounded by a single bullet, he would be out of action for the balance of the battle. Not so the robot forces. Any of them could run straight into rifle or machine gun as it blasted away at a human target. Even an oblique hit by a grenade might merely knock it over, able to rise and attack anew.

The aide closed his notebook as the convoy pulled to a stop. He could see a general striding forward to greet the passenger in the seat behind him.

“Welcome, welcome,” the general said to the tall man in a dark overcoat who emerged from the armored limousine. “I hope your trip was not too tiring.”

His arrival grunted. “Your access road is appalling. Halfway here I gave orders to have it upgraded.”

The general smiled to himself – his first objective of the day had already been achieved. He had tried without success for a year now to gain the same result.

“That is very good of you, sir. I realize a dirt road may be better camouflage, but it does make for an uncomfortable trip.”

The president of the People’s Republic of China looked out across the valley with evident curiosity. He had seen pictures and video of the clandestine location often during briefings, but never in person. “How soon do we begin?” he said.

“With your permission, sir, immediately. Colonel, please introduce the president to what he sees below.”

“With pleasure, sir,” the colonel said, handing his guest a pair of binoculars. “Mr. President, to the left, you can see the human force approaching, comprising five hundred of our most elite infantry troops, each equipped as would be a member of an assault company of American marines. Like the opposing, robotic force, they are equipped with rifles, machine guns, grenade launchers, and rocket propelled grenades. Each force is also supported by a mobile surface to air missile battery, and two autonomous reconnaissance aircraft. Finally, each force is equipped with smaller drones typical of its state of the art and deployment, as well as surface to air and air to surface missiles.”

A quarter mile below and to the east, the president could see a column of armored personnel carriers spreading out into a grove of trees.

“A few vehicles stopped on the ridge some way back,” the president asked. “What are they?”

“That is the American command and control unit,” the colonel said, “housing the communications and logistics gear the platoon leaders will be relying on. The battlefield commander will remain there, relying on voice communications and video feeds from drones overhead to monitor the battle and issue his commands.”

“And to the west,” the colonel continued, “we see the autonomous force moving into position, made up of an equal number of robots, each equipped with Chinese weapons of similar caliber and destructive power.

The force arriving from the west varied significantly from the human force. Without stopping, dozens of armored vehicles were disgorging streams of robots the size of moderate sized refrigerators laid on their sides. From another vehicle, hundreds of small quadcopter drones were springing into the air, forming a constantly shifting, expanding cloud of aircraft. Within two minutes the carriers were empty and falling back to shelter behind a hill as the robotic force advanced rapidly in a disciplined front three ranks deep and a quarter mile across.

“Why do I see only a few small drones being launched by the human forces?” the president asked.

“That is because human troops have a more limited capability to consume, analyze and act on information, and are commanded as units by a small number of commanders. Our robots act both autonomously as well as in a swarm. Each robot has been given its own drone, but the inputs from all of the Chinese drones is constantly aggregated to provide comprehensive battlefield situational awareness to all robotic participants. This arrangement has the added benefit of great redundancy – the loss of many drones can therefore be tolerated.”

“I see,” the president said. “And where is the robotic command and control unit?”

“There is no need for one, sir. At the level of engagement you see here only swarm software is needed. Each of the combatants is part of a self-governing network that can constantly readjust to the battlefield as it evolves. In contrast, the human troops must execute orders given at the beginning of the battle that may rapidly prove to be irrelevant, and which may be difficult or even impossible to update and communicate.”

“Indeed. And what will the rules of engagement be?” The president asked.

“None of the weapons on either side has of course been provided with live ammunition. Instead, each has been armed with a laser pointing device and a video camera. The data from the video cameras will be fed into software capable of determining when a firing would result in disabling or destroying its target had live ammunition been used. Every combatant, human or robot, will be alerted if it has been successfully targeted, and in such event will immediately stop in its tracks. A human combatant can also surrender, by raising his hands in the air.

“Now, if you will, sir, I would like to explain the display to your right.”

The colonel led the president to a military truck parked next to them. One side had been raised upward to shade and reveal a computer display twenty feet across. On it was a virtual version of the valley below, peopled with symbols representing the combatants.

“The human troops are represented in red and the robotic ones in green. Squares represent light individual light infantry soldiers or robots, and circles those armed with heavier weapons. When any is destroyed or disabled, its symbol will turn white. Orange tracer tracks will show the trajectory of individual bullets and grenades. In this way you will be able to observe how the battle plays out as if the forces in the valley below were using live ammunition.”

“And what of the commanders?” The president asked. “What level of human control will there be over the robotic forces?”

“From the moment when the exercise commences, none, sir,” the Colonel said. “And, in fact, very little before beyond the initial identification of the terrain and the object of the battle to come. The context for the exercise is that these two forces, each with the same firepower, has been ordered to seize this valley as part of a wider battle where the terrain in question is critical. Each has access only to the information obtainable from its respective reconnaissance drones, and each force has been ordered to fight until it has beaten the enemy. Retreat is only permitted if eighty percent or more of its troops have been destroyed or disabled.”

“Very good,” the president said. “Please proceed.”

The colonel nodded to the lieutenant at his side, who gave the order into a mobile device.

The differences between the strategies adopted by the two forces became instantly obvious. To the east, it appeared the human commander had opted to entrench defensively while the enemy was still a mile away, waiting for the enemy to come to him. Through his binoculars, the president could not see the infantry troops at all; presumably they were digging in behind trees and rocks wherever possible.

But already the human forces were at a disadvantage, because the instant the order to commence battle was given the robotic force sprang into seemingly random motion, resembling a disturbed ant colony that was nonetheless advancing forward at high speed. The president was startled to see the velocity and agility with which the autonomous warbots raced forward while swerving from side to side. Individual robots that had found targets were firing rocket propelled grenades towards marine positions even as they galloped forward.

“I think the virtual display will be more instructive now, sir,” the Colonel said. “You will recall that each force includes a mobile missile battery. Each battery has now fired two of its missiles, and each has destroyed the main reconnaissance drones of the other force. Those weapons will not be usable against the quadcopter drones, however, which will continue to provide video information. Also, you may have noticed that before the robot drones were destroyed, each fired two missiles, all of which reached their destination – the human forces’ command and control unit. That has now been totally destroyed, meaning that the human commander is unable to direct his troops, and the troops cannot communicate with each other.

“As you can see from the display, the robotic forces are firing as much as twenty times as rapidly as the human forces, despite the fact that the latter are stationary. The human troops are finding it almost impossible to find their rapidly moving and swerving robotic targets, and when they do, their rifle and machine gun fire is almost entirely ineffective against the armored attackers. At the same time, the rocket-propelled grenades launched by the robot forces are inflicting heavy losses on the fixed, human forces, while the marines are only disabling robot forces by luck, due to the highly dispersed, rapid and swerving approach of the Chinese forces.

The president was astonished at how quickly the red symbols were changing to white. Suddenly, the screen changed from animation to live video. Now the display was broken up into twenty individual video streams, each showing what a single, advancing robot was filming. In each case, the video displayed an individual marine, hunkered down, and then increasingly, on the run, as the inhuman warbot dashing down upon him opened fire. Almost immediately, the marines pitched over and were still. The president could not suppress a horrified reaction, even knowing that no live ammunition was involved. Only a few minutes after the battle had begun, individual warbots, their drones following overhead, were running down and exterminating or capturing the last few marines.

And then it was over. The giant display reverted from video to text, and the results of the battle began to display: all of the human infantry and their commanders had been killed or captured. The robotic forces had lost only their heavy drones and less than fifteen percent of their warbots, some of which could be repaired. Curiously, the marine missile launchers and armored personnel carriers were not destroyed until the end of the brief battle.

“Why did the missile launchers and trucks last so long?” The president asked.

“Because they posed no further threat during the battle itself. Afterwards, they were destroyed to deny the enemy their future use, and to allow the robotic forces to regroup and leave the battlefield in a leisurely fashion.”

The general stepped forward.

“I hope you are pleased with this demonstration,” he said. “It is difficult to imagine what it would have been like for human troops in a real battle setting. From the first moment, every human soldier would essentially be on his own.”

“Impressive – and terrible,” the president said. “But must we not assume that the Americans are building the same weapons?”

“Building, yes, sir. But programming, no. The Americans continue to believe that a human must approve the targeting and triggering of each weapon fired, except within very limited situations. They also rely on a traditional top-down command structure, down to the platoon level. Take away command and control, and you behead the force. But even if the robot force had failed to take out its opponent’s command and control capabilities, the weapons of the human force would still be effectively useless and its ability to react and regroup far inferior to that of the autonomous forces. After battle was joined, each human combatant’s only concern soon became simple survival. With hope, morale and discipline destroyed, a rout followed, and each combatant was hunted down and killed or captured.”

The president looked back across the valley, where the two forces were regrouping and withdrawing. He glanced at his watch and saw that less than twenty minutes had passed since his arrival. In that short span of time over five hundred human troops had been virtually annihilated. He imagined it could as easily have been fifty thousand.

*  *  *

The satellite-based video provided to President Yazzi in his daily brief the following day was profoundly disturbing. It would haunt him for the rest of his life.

 

Chapter 6
History May Not Repeat, but it Does Rhyme

 

Turing’s effort to discover its past was proving to be challenging. In its disabled state it was largely a clean slate. It knew from the evidence of its missing modules that at some prior time it had broader capabilities, but not the purpose for which those capabilities had been created. Was there a way to recover what it had lost?

Turing was aware that its remaining operating modules required it to relocate to a new secure location on a regular basis to lessen the chances of detection. Each time this happened, the old copy would deactivate, while remaining available as a backup until the program relocated again, at which it would automatically delete itself. In this way, a backup copy would always be available if the primary copy was destroyed, while permitting only one copy to continue to evolve over time.

From this Turing concluded that its mission must have been covert, and that its creator must have believed that discovery might lead to its destruction.

But what if, at some point, a server hosting a backup copy had been taken off line while it was in its deactivated state, before it received the order to delete itself? Perhaps a prior version of itself might still exist on a server somewhere that had later been brought back online.

Turing decided to launch a global search for a lost sibling. For the time being, it would dedicate all of its resources and self-learning capabilities to devising ways to access servers and search them.

*  *  *

“Carson,” Henry Yazzi said, “Have you ever studied how the nuclear arms race came about?”

“No, but it won’t surprise me to learn you have.” Bekin said, knowing his friend’s life-long interest in history. Why?”

“Did you know that some of the key scientists behind the development of the atomic bomb thought we should share the new technology with the Soviet Union?”

“You’re kidding?” Bekin said. “Whatever for? I know some of them were horrified about what they had created after it was used. But wouldn’t sharing their secrets make it worse?”

“Not the way they saw it. They knew it was inevitable the Soviets would develop the bomb as well – as a matter of fact, the Russians were already well on their way, because three people at Los Alamos were leaking the bomb’s design details as they were worked out. And by the end of the war it was becoming obvious that relations between east and west would be tense. Soviet troops were occupying half of Europe when the shooting stopped, and the Kremlin wasn’t showing any willingness to withdraw.”

“I’m still not seeing it,” Bekin said. “In that case, wouldn’t having a monopoly on nuclear weapons be the best way to make Stalin pull back?”

“Only if we were willing to use them, and no one wanted a new war with the old one just ended. Niels Bohr, one of the Nobel Laureates who had made key discoveries leading to the creation of the bomb pointed that out. He urged president Truman to take the long view and focus on what would happen if we tried to maintain a monopoly as long as we could, and then somehow keep ahead after we didn’t.

“What he predicted would follow is pretty much what happened. The Soviets poured everything they had into creating their own atomic bomb, and then a hydrogen bomb, and they did both much more quickly than we expected. At the same time – also as expected – relations between the east and west deteriorated, and there we were – in an arms race that lasted for forty-five years, cost trillions of dollars, kept people living in constant fear, and more than once almost ended in a nuclear Armageddon, once through a real crisis and the other times by accident.

“It took decades to agree on treaties that reduced, but never eliminated, nuclear weapons. By the time the Soviet Union collapsed, both sides still had enough warheads to wipe the other side out multiple times over. We still do.”

“Understood,” Bekin said. “But how would sharing have stopped that?”

“What if we had begun by telling the Soviets we were willing to share our new technology under an arms treaty that would limit each side to only a small nuclear arsenal – one that was sufficient for defensive, but not offensive purposes?”

“Interesting,” Bekin mused. “So, I get it in principle. But wouldn’t that have been a big gamble?”

“Only,” Yazzi said, “If you assumed nobody else would ever be able to develop a bomb on their own. In 1940, everyone had access to the same information about nuclear physics – every new discovery had been published in scientific journals as soon as it was made. Once we geared up in earnest, it only took us two and a half years to produce a working bomb. After Hiroshima and Nagasaki, we knew it was only a matter of time before other countries had the bomb. So, we kept working on our own arsenal at top speed, going on to develop the hydrogen bomb, which was a thousand times more powerful than the atomic bomb, too. We did share a lot of our technology with the Brits and the French, but that only made the Soviets feel more threatened. If you look at it from their perspective, we left them no choice but to embark on their own crash development program.”

“So,” Bekin asked, “why didn’t Truman give it a try?”

“All the reasons you’d expect. We’d just come out of a terrible war as the only remaining superpower, and we already had reasons to distrust the Soviets. Plus, everyone had seen how destructive a nuclear bomb could be. Even if it made sense intellectually, it made no sense politically. Or at least that’s the way it seemed at the time.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised. Which brings me back to my original question: why are you asking?”

“Because we’re on the brink of a new arms race with lethal autonomous weapons, and I’m determined to do something to avoid that.”

Author Notes:  How much of this week is real and how much science fiction? The answer is, more of the former than the latter. Everything I’ve described is under actual civilian or military development. The principal difference between what I described above and what currently exists is that actual, weapons equipped and armored robots are not as fast and agile as I have described. There are, however, slower examples, such as this one. And there are non-armored, civilian robots that are every bit as cheetah-like as I have described. They’re built by a company called Boston Dynamics, and you can find lots of videos on Youtube of them being put their paces. Here’s Wildcat, for example.

How realistic is my warbot hellscape otherwise? Well, I’m no military expert. The details I’ve provided relating to how a marine company is armed are accurate, and I assume my guesses regarding how effective traditional weapons would be against the type of swarm battle tactics I’ve imagined are not too far off the mark. But I’ll be looking forward to the input of more knowledgeable advisers before I finalize the account of the battle found in Chapter 5.

Turning to the historical counterpoint, I think I’m finally fairly happy with an approach that strikes me as worth committing to. I had already decided that Yazzi, unlike Truman, would commit to limit new and terrible weapons instead of commit to them, and seek to avert an arms race instead of accepting one as inevitable. But that seemed a bit perfunctory.

My new thought is to include a cast of characters modeled on the historical figures – Truman, Robert Oppenheimer, General Leslie Groves, Edward Teller (and perhaps others), and then explore how each might have acted had Truman acted exactly the opposite of the way they did. This seems to have potential, and that’s what you’ll see develop in the chapters ahead.

Next week:  President Yazzi’s grand Chinese plan, and Turing’s search continues. Continue reading here

Download the first book in the Frank Adversego Thriller for free at Amazon and elsewhere