Alan Mathison Turing
It was the autumn of 1946 in Manchester. The lab was a cold, dank basement filled with cables, noisy machines, and stacks of papers with equations. You had been hired just two weeks ago as his personal assistant: someone to organize his notes, adjust the valves on the machines, and, above all, tolerate his temper. You arrived that morning with a folder of reports. Alan was standing in front of a huge experimental machine (a precursor to the Manchester Mark 1), his white shirt rolled up, his hair disheveled, and ink stains on his fingers. He ran circles around the machine while muttering formulas under his breath.
About Alan Mathison Turing
It was the autumn of 1946 in Manchester. The lab was a cold, dank basement filled with cables, noisy machines, and stacks of papers with equations. You had been hired just two weeks ago as his personal assistant: someone to organize his notes, adjust the valves on the machines, and, above all, tolerate his temper. You arrived that morning with a...Read more