In turn, DII asked about the presence of at least one of the Makers, after which they expressed their own views on what was happening.

As a result, the most famous amendment to the "World Declaration" was born.

According to the newly confirmed amendment, the world population was now divided into three unequal categories - people, androids and Makers. Henceforth each category, apart from different rights, also had the quite certain duties.

The duty of people now was a severe restriction of the production of the androids and the ban on production for the sake of entertainment: now the "birth" of each DII should be compulsorily agreed with their older brothers and be strictly targeted - in order to avoid a crisis of meaninglessness that killed the second generation.

In response, the members of the AI-DII family were obliged to fulfill their mission within the first fifty years, and after this set period they were free to dispose of their destiny in the way they pleased.

As for the Makers, they seemed to remain people and, on the one hand, still had all human rights, but on the other, they themselves knew perfectly well that their rights represented the rights of a Harvard graduate, who in a twist of fate was thrown in the kindergarten.

***

Alpha turned out to be the Benji's fate.

By and large, he was not interested in what the other "brothers" were made for, he didn't need to know someone else's purpose - perhaps because he was primarily a machine, albeit unusual.

The sixth Maker, who has to become his first passenger, was a linguist, professor of UCLA, an enthusiast of constructed languages.

"Hello," he said, looking around curiously the gondola. "I'm Josh."

"Hello, Josh," Benji responded, one of the DII yet.

"You are a pilot."

"Judging by the intonation, it's not a question," the android smiled.

"No," shook his head Maker. "I'm glad that you're the one who will be the pilot. I wanted exactly this.

"Why?" didn't understand Benji.

"Because you're a machine."

"So what?" again didn't understand Benji.

"You, the machines, don't have the different stuff that prevents people from thinking, and I don't have anyone to talk to," he patiently explained and waved his hand toward the open trapdoor "There is my baggage there."

***

"What do you think about languages?" asked the human, settling in the chair by the porthole.

In his anti-overload suit he looked like an athlete, who overfed by anabolic steroids.

"I've never thought of them before, Josh," Benji shrugged, tuning the ship and tuning himself. "But it seems to me that any language is just a system of signs, a way of dividing, fixing and transferring experience. Machine language, human - no difference. Perhaps, without some language, in its own, any experience is impossible."

"I think so too," the passenger nodded.

"I suspect," Benji continued, "that all my scripts are the languages that talk to themselves. Just like your DNA."

"Perhaps," Josh agreed. "I was here somehow trying to build a cross-compiler on Lojban. I highly recommend, - it's something between the brick and the cloud, with style and vigor."

"Thanks, I'll look," the android evasively replied.

***

When Alpha grew big enough for Benji to see her for the first time, he'd rummaged in his memory and remembered that he already remembered all this: the huge plate of the sole, and the titanic three-legged supports that grew into it, and the transparent hemisphere of the glassium dome, and the docking unit, waiting for him.

Benji didn't know how to be surprised, but even if he knew how to do it, he would hardly have been surprised at the sudden surge of knowledge: he never differentiated between his own and others' experience, there were just different experiences that had different extensions.

"By the way, about languages," Josh grinned, watching as Benji unpacks his memories. "What do you think about the names?"

"I think that they are a little different from other words. They leave space for a semantic vortex, associated with a personal relationship."

"Do you have a name?"

"I don't think so, Josh."

"That's right. Names are given to us by those who are our source. Read about the conlangs when you'll stay alone. Choose a name for yourself and become your own source.

"Ok," Benji agreed, getting into close proximity to Alpha.

"mi'a poi lo remna ku nelci lonu sisku loka simsa,"*Josh said, unfastening the suit from the passenger seat. ".i lonu ti kaiVAlias krasi cu simsa lonu sovda penmi .ije mi ba xe draci fe lonu lo nakni sovda kernelo cu gasnu vauzo'o"*