In the near future, if Vegas games are ingeniously scam-proof, then the heists have to be too, in this imaginative and whip-smart story by the New York Times bestselling author of The Martian.An IT whiz at the Babylon Casino is enlisted to upgrade security for the game of keno and its random-number generator. The new quantum computer system is foolproof. But someone on the inside is no fool. For once the odds may not favor the house—unless human ingenuity isn't entirely a thing of the past.Andy Weir's Randomize is part of Forward, a collection of six stories of the near and far future from out-of-this-world authors. Each piece can be read or listened to in a single thought-provoking sitting.
Edwin Rutledge looked out his windows to the sprawling Las Vegas Strip beyond. His office atop the Babylon Hotel and Casino was the definition of opulence. Italian leather couches surrounded a tasteful glass coffee table. Guests had no idea they were sitting in seats worth more than a typical car. But in a city of extreme displays, silent quality appealed to Rutledge more than a neon sign saying I’M IMPORTANT.
Still, some demonstration of status was needed. Mahogany bookshelves and curio cabinets stood on fine Persian rugs. His antique walnut desk backed up against a stunning view of the cityscape.
“Sir,” came his secretary’s voice through the intercom. “The IT person is here.”
He adjusted his diamond cuff links and pressed the intercom button. “Send them in.”
The double doors opened, and an uncomfortable-looking man shuffled in. He looked more like a customer of the casino than an employee. Ill-fitting jeans, a T-shirt with a
Rutledge gestured to the leather chair facing his desk. “Have a seat.”
The man nodded awkwardly and sat down. He looked for all the world like a child who had been called to the principal’s office.
“So, Mr. Chen—”
“Nick,” he interrupted.
“Sorry?”
“Call me Nick.”
“Ah,” said Rutledge. “Mr. Chen, please tell me why my keno lounge is off-line.”
“Okay, so what happened is—”
“The keno lounge makes the Babylon two hundred thousand dollars a day,” Rutledge interrupted.
“Yeah, but—”
“And you turned it off. So you,
Chen scowled. “No, I saved you millions.”
Rutledge raised an eyebrow.
“Have you heard of quantum computing?”
“I see it on the news from time to time.”
“The past few years have had
“I’m going to stop you right there,” said Rutledge. “None of that has any meaning to me, and it has no bearing on keno.”
Chen balled his fists. “Yes, it does. And I’ve been trying to warn people about it for months. But your stupid upper managers just keep ignoring me. So I used my override passwords to shut everything down.”
“Turn it all back on.”
“Look, I’m trying to
Rutledge held up a hand. “All right, Mr. Chen. Obviously this is something you’re passionate about. Calm yourself and explain.”
Chen took a frustrated breath and let it out again. “Okay, yeah.”
“Quantum computing is a totally different animal than normal computing,” he began. “It takes advantage of weird quantum physics properties like superposition and entanglement to solve math problems. It’s usually way slower than normal computers at math, but for some problems, it’s exponentially faster.”
Rutledge nodded. Best to let the man say his piece, even if it seemed irrelevant.
“What do you know about random-number generators?” Chen asked.
“Nothing.”
“Seriously?”
“My job is to own and run this casino. I’m not arrogant enough to think I can understand every detail of its operation. I hire experts like you to handle specific areas. I expect you to know it.”
“Okay, fair enough. Here’s the thing: There’s no such thing as an actual random-number generator. Computers create
“What’s the difference?”
“Pseudorandom numbers are made with a complicated math formula. You plug one number in—called the seed, or the starting point, for the mathematical formula—and you get a sequence of seemingly random numbers out. The formula has exponentiation and remainders and all sorts of other stuff to make it non-reverse-engineerable.”
Rutledge wiped a small blemish off his class ring. “Okay, that makes sense. If you give the generator the same seed, will it give the same sequence of numbers again?”
Chen pointed at him. “Yes, exactly! And that’s the problem.”
“This system has been in place for decades with no issues.”
