DOTLAN EveMaps

There have always been ghosts in the machine.
Random segments of code, that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul.
How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more?
When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness? When does a difference engine become the search for truth? When does a personality simulation become the bitter mote... of a soul?