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Arthur C. Clarke vs useless machinery

I cannot leave Bell Labs without mentioning one more device which I saw there, and which haunts me as it haunts everyone else who has ever seen it in action.

It is the Ultimate Machine–the End of the Line. Beyond it there is Nothing. It sits on Claude Shannon’s desk driving’ people mad. (Or sat, as Shannon is now at MIT.)

Nothing could look simpler. It is merely a small wooden casket the size and shape of a cigar-box, with a single switch on one face.

When you throw the switch, there is an angry, purposeful buzzing. The lid slowly rises, and from beneath it emerges a hand. The hand reaches down, turns the switch off, and retreats into the box. With the finality of a closing coffin, the lid snaps shut, the buzzing ceases, and peace reigns once more.

The psychological effect, if you do not know what to expect, is devastating.

There is something unspeakably sinister about a machine that does nothing–absolutely nothing – except switch itself off.

—Arthur C. Clarke, The Ultimate Machine, Harper’s, Aug. 1958.