RECENTLY I came across this in a book of Kurt Vonnegut’s short stories:
“Hell, it’s about time somebody told about my friend EPICAC. After all, he cost the taxpayers $776,434,927.54 … I won’t go into details about how EPICAC worked (reasoned) except to say that you would feed numbers into him with a keyboard that looked something like a typewriter. It took EPICAC a split second to solve a problem fifty Einsteins couldn’t solve in a lifetime., And EPICAC can never forget any piece of information that was given to him.
"Clickety, click, out came some ribbons and there you were …”
The story was written in 1950. And here we suddenly are.