Chimera (isaac asimov's robot mystery)

by Mark W. Tiedemann

  "Yes, Ariel. May I ask, what level of records search?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "Do you wish me to confine myself to those records without confidentiality protects or shall I acquire any and all documents pertinent to your request?"

  Ariel considered. Thales wanted permission to violate protected files. She had no doubt it could do so. Privacy issues represented a gray area for robots-they required specific instructions in such cases, lacking any sense of how harm might attach to simple data.

  "Do a survey of available documents of both kinds, " she said finally. "Give me a list, detailing their security status and source. We'll decide then."

  "Yes, Ariel." A moment later: "Will you be staying here?"

  She hesitated. "I'm not sure, Thales. What would you prefer?"

  "It would simplify the security standards you have requested if I did not have to contact you via external comm for updates."

  "Hm. True. Do you think Derec would mind?"

  "I see no reason why he should. "

  No, I don't suppose you would…

  "In that case, yes. I'll leave for a short while to get some personal items." She thought a few moments. "In fact, from time to time I may have to leave anyway, depending on what you find out for me. "

  "I understand, Ariel."

  She went back to the kitchen. Perhaps she could bring R. Jennie down here. On the other hand, vacating her apartment completely might be a mistake. In either case, she needed to give Jennie instructions…

  Details. She needed food in the kitchen, changes of clothes, her personal datum. She wondered if Derec ever had visitors, then dismissed the thought. She would have known; if nothing else, there would be signs here, in his living space, and she saw little enough even of Derec.

  What has he been doing this past year?

  Oddly, the idea that Derec had spent all this time alone-except for those few instances when they had shared a meal or attended a meeting together-saddened her. But then, she knew little enough of what he had been doing prior to last year. Perhaps this was his norm, the way he was used to living.

  He had been bitterly angry over losing his company. That he had nearly ended up in prison had seemed relatively unimportant to him. Had she not moved to reinstate his Auroran citizenship, he might very well be living today in a private call in a Terran penal facility, the charges ranging from violation of Earther trade laws and the Positronic Prohibition Acts to murder. That he would have been no more guilty than any other Auroran on Earth made no difference-he would have been the perfect example. Even without a jail term, the Phylaxis Group, his firm, had been used as a club to beat the pro-positronic movement into submission and undermine all the work that had been done over the last several years to bridge the gaps dividing Earth and the Spacer worlds. Not the only club, to be sure, but a most effective one: Phylaxis had been held responsible for the failure of the entire Union Station positronics showcase and the subsequent events involving what the media had characterized as a "Killer Robot": Bogard.

  Bogard. Derec's attempt at building a bodyguard. Ariel still shuddered when she thought of it. She had condemned the idea-unfairly, she realized. Bogard had worked. It had been subverted, tricked, and attacked-no other robot of which she was aware could have possibly continued functioning under such stress. And that had been Ariel's objection. She did not want robots to function after failure. If they did not adhere rigorously to the Three Laws, she wanted them incapacitated. Bogard had doggedly persisted in functioning, all the way up until the end, when it had taken a human life. Inadvertently, in the course of protecting Derec, but even for its remarkably flexible criteria an intolerable violation.

  The thought had occurred to her that Derec might take the blame personally. She believed him more resilient than that, but you never knew how or which events might overwhelm a psyche. She was ashamed of herself that she had not checked, had left him alone while she embraced her own self-pity.

  Maybe we can turn it all around with this, she thought. Baseless optimism irritated her as much as pointless cynicism, but sometimes the situation demanded an investment of faith.

  She looked back at Thales. I could ask it what Derec's been doing…

  But there were those privacy issues again.

  "Ariel," Thales said, startling her. "I have a question. Which Nova Levis did you wish me to research?" "I have found two references under the heading 'Nova Levis; " Thales explained. "The first concerns a Settler colony, established thirty-two years ago in the Tau Secordis system. The second concerns a research laboratory here on Earth established twenty-eight years ago."

  "What sort of research?" Ariel asked.

  "Biomedical and prosthetics."

  "Really. What sort of prosthetics?"

  "The shareholder prйcis published upon issuance of initial shares refers to neurocortical extensions. Inferring from other references, I believe this pertains to artificial appendages linked directly to the nervous system."

  Ariel frowned. "That's nothing new. What were they researching?"

  "That data is under seal. The company closed after eight years of operation in the wake of a criminal investigation. "

  "Explain."

  "A global investigation initiated by the Eurosector Civil Enforcement Agency into kidnapping and infant brokerage produced charges of conspiracy to illegally traffic in orphaned and stolen children involving several orphanage institutions and several medical labs. Nova Levis was part of the overall investigation, but no charges were filed against it. It closed down several months after the case was declared closed."

  "Any direct links to Nova Levis colony?"

  "One of the chief researchers emigrated there a year after the laboratory was closed. "

  "Anyone else? I mean, what about the other people who worked for the lab?"

  "There were five department heads, all of them founding associates of the company. Three are now dead. The fifth is listed officially as missing. He was a Theian native living on Earth named Kyas Vol."

  "Missing. That could mean anything. Did anyone look into his disappearance?"

  "Not that I have been able to ascertain."

  Ariel wrestled with her curiosity. Earthers maintained profound prejudices regarding anything that suggested humaniform robotics, even prosthetic limbs. Prosthetics were available, certainly, but people never talked about them. Like any prejudice, it manifested in bizarre fashions and displayed many blind spots and innate hypocrisies. Artificial intelligences proliferated on Earth, in many areas, and nonsentient robotics were employed liberally, so long as none of it came close to resembling a human. Prosthetics occupied a tolerated space within the complex hierarchies of Terran bigotry. She had no idea how advanced the technology was, or if any new research was currently underway.

  "Stay with the colony, Thales. If you come across any more direct connections, explore them."

  "Very well, Ariel."

  "I'm going to my apartment now, Thales. I need some things. I'll be back."

  "I should have a preliminary report for you when you return. "

  She thanked the RI and left. R. Jennie met her at the door. "Welcome home, Ariel. You have a message from Ambassador Setaris."

  "Thanks, Jennie. Pack an overnight bag for me, would you? I'll be sleeping elsewhere tonight."

  "I had intended preparing crayfish almandine tonight, Ariel. "

  Ariel gave the robot a look, startled at the note of disappointment she thought she heard. It was so easy to personalize robots, so easy to "inform " them with emotion and human expression, but it still caught her by surprise to detect it.

  "Change of schedule, Jennie. Place the menu on hold for the time being. "

  "Yes, Ariel."

  R. Jennie walked off to pack. They had devised a standard kit a long time ago when Ariel had spent more time away from the embassy, in the company of others-particularly Jonis Taprin, now Senator Taprin. It had been over a year since their last tryst and Ariel had spent most of her t
ime confined to her suite of office.

  Ariel sat down at her comm and keyed the ACCEPT but ton. Setaris's face appeared on the screen.

  "Ariel, I'm giving a dinner party tonight, I thought you would like to come. I'm appending a guest list. I'd appreciate it if you'd put in an appearance. We don't see enough of you."

  "My my," Ariel mused. "I must be coming up in the world." She resisted the urge to call Setaris back and ask why. Instead, she scrolled through the list of invitees: The usual collection of ambassadors and close aides-Gale Chassik of Solaria, Trinik Hapellon of Capella, Frish Ioseco of Osiris, others-and a sprinkling of Spacer йmigrйs and industrialists.

  And Jonis Taprin.

  "What the…" Ariel stabbed the CONNECT on her comm and tapped in Setaris's code. A few moments later she worked through Setaris's secretary to Sen Setaris herself.

  "Ariel, how are you?" the ambassador asked.

  "Puzzled. You're serious about this invitation?"

  "Of course I am."

  "You've invited Jonis Taprin."

  "Yes…" Setaris frowned briefly, then her eyes widened knowingly. "Ah, yes. I forgot. My apologies, Ariel. The event is partly for him. He put out some feelers a few weeks ago to see if we might arrange some talks."

  "Concerning?"

  "Concerning precisely the subject we spoke about earlier. I thought it might be worthwhile to have you there. If, however, you feel uncomfortable-"

  Ariel shook her head. "No. I merely wanted clarification."

  "And you have it now?"

  "Yes."

  Setaris smiled condescendingly. "I envy you. Will we see you?"

  "Absolutely."

  "At twenty, then. Formal."

  "Very good, Ambassador. I'm honored."

  Setaris smiled thinly. "Till this evening, Ariel."

  The screen faded.

  Ariel leaned back in her chair and stretched. " Just how much ass-covering am I going to need?" she wondered aloud.

  "I packed the standard bag, Ariel. Will it be too much?"

  Ariel looked around to see R. Jennie standing there, holding the overnight bag. "I have a preliminary file on the requested material, Ariel," Thales said when she returned to Derec's apartment.

  Ariel set the bag down at the door to the bedroom. "Go on."

  "Nova Levis was established as a Settler's colony thirty-two years ago by special agreement between the Vas Domini Trading Company, a Settler cooperative sponsored by private endowment through the Church of Organic Sapiens, and Solaria-"

  "Solaria? How do they figure in it?"

  "The Tau Secordis system was originally developed as a mining franchise by three Solarian corporations which eventually became insolvent and were subsumed by the Solarian Department of Resource Development. The second planet, originally called Cassus Thole, after a modest amount of biosome intervention, is suitable for agriculture. Under the terms of a trade agreement with a limited corporation formed by six Settler worlds, Cassus Thole was renamed Nova Levis and subcontracted for settlement and development."

  "Why hasn't Solaria protested the blockade?"

  "Except for being the principal lien holder, Solaria has no representation on Nova Levis and has remained aloof from its operations since the first colony was established. There is still a small mining station with its own port used exclusively by Solaria. Nova Levis has for all intents and purposes represented itself as a sovereign world with rights and titles to its own territories. The colonists themselves have not even admitted to Solarian ownership and have engaged the current crisis as a duly constituted independent state."

  "So it's not even common knowledge that Solaria owned the system?"

  "The conditions of ownership have been allowed to grow vague. Solaria 's holding is listed in public flies as Cassus Thole. Except for the mining concession, Solaria officially conducts no business with the Settler government. Nova Levis has, since been regarded as a separate colony."

  Ariel laced her fingers together and tapped them lightly against her chin. She felt foolish now at having paid so little attention to the events of the past year. The Nova Levis blockade was the first and largest aftershock from the failed trade conference last year.

  "Give me a brief on the blockade," she said.

  "Two years ago, Terran investigators traced a number of stolen shipments to ships making regular calls at Nova Levis. This was discovered in the wake of the Tiberius incident, which proved to be related to illegal traffic into and out of Nova Levis. Further investigation on the ground resulted in the deaths of three agents and partial evidence that Nova Levis is host to an unregistered spaceport. At this point, warrants were solicited through the Intersettlement Judicial Committee for a task force to visit and inspect all ports on Nova Levis. The governor-advocate of the colony refused and offered to conduct the investigation himself and report the findings. This was rejected. A further proposal was made that a joint task force of Spacer, Settler, and Terran inspectors be deployed, and this, too, was rejected. Fifteen months ago, motions were placed before the Committee to establish a permanent inspection base at the edge of the system with a mandate to forcibly inspect all ships entering and leaving the system. This motion, of course, was rejected in due course when the Spacer legation insisted that robotic inspections be instituted for all traffic to and from any Spacer world. The station was never authorized, but Terran military ships began arbitrarily and at random stopping and searching ships entering and leaving the Nova Levis system. A series of protests were filed. The Committee became tangled with delaying motions by the Terran legation until a Terran ship was fired upon by an unregistered freighter caught leaving Nova Levis. Upon inspection, it was discovered that the ship was carrying contraband. The crew was arrested, the ship impounded, and the 43rd Squadron of the Terran fleet moved in to blockade the planet. That was eleven months ago. Subsequent negotiations have validated the blockade, although only one Spacer world has added ships to the Terran contingent, and no Settler ships have joined it."

  "That's how it stands today."

  "Yes, Ariel."

  "Stolen shipments…any kind of manifest on what those shipments contained, or who they were stolen from?"

  "That is a protected file. It will take some time to open it. "

  "Do it. What about Solaria? What did they say when all this happened?"

  "They have made no official statement to date, content, apparently, to follow Aurora's lead."

  "Are those Auroran ships with the Terran squadron?"

  "No, they are Theian ships. Aurora is remaining militarily aloof. "

  As usual, Ariel thought wryly. "And no one has brought up Solaria's past ownership?"

  "No, Ariel," Thales replied.

  "Not even Aurora…but Solarian ships are still entering and leaving the system. How is that possible? As I understand it, a blockade like this is enforced at the port of origin as well. Solarian ships heading for Nova Levis would be stopped or at least noted and identified as blockade runners. "

  "That is how the law reads. I will look into it. "

  Something else teased at Ariel. "You said there were three Solarian firms that initially had title to the system. Who?"

  "Strychos, Incorporated, M39-Viavel Corporation, and the Kysler Solar Industries."

  "Kysler…that sounds familiar. "

  "Kysler Diversified Industries, Ariel. They are a Terran firm based on Titan, though no longer Terran-owned. The three Solarian firms I mentioned have all been subsequently purchased by the Hunter Group. Only Strychos remains as a semi-independent corporation, dealing in agricultural products."

  "Hunter owns Kysler?"

  "They own a controlling interest."

  "What did they do? The Terran firm, I mean. "

  "Primarily a holding company. Pharmaceuticals, raw material development, shipping, finance-"

  "Stop. Any other correlations through their dependent companies?"

  "No. However, Kysler purchased the physical plant in which Nova Levis w
as housed."

  "Really. What became of the rest?"

  "After it closed down it was split up and sold. The REtD division went to Imbitek, which folded it into a subsidiary: Captras Biomed. Various pieces of hardware went to a number of small firms."

  "Imbitek owns the research and Kysler owns the shell… what did they do with it?" Ariel asked.

  "Unknown. Current data suggests that the structure is sealed and unused. A retrofitting company was hired to convert it into a raw materials distribution plant a few years ago. After that I find no records."

  "Thales, I want a list of shareholders for each of those three companies: Kysler Diversified, Hunter Group, and Nova Levis. Prepare a hard copy for me. Let's return to the colony. You said that a Settler cooperative took it over?"

  "That is correct. Through private endowment."

  "Through a church, though. What was its name?"

  "The Church of Organic Sapiens. "

  She thought for a moment. "That's Rega Looms' church."

  "It is currently the church with which Rega Looms is affiliated. However, he has stepped down from its directorship for the duration of his senate campaign. He was not its director at the time the colony was established. "

  "Did he belong to it?"

  "I do not have access to those records. Would you like me to try to obtain them?"

  "Maybe. Hold off for now." Ariel drummed her fingers on the edge of the console. She could not shake the feeling that she was missing something. "Rega Looms despises the whole idea of offworld colonization. So does the COS-now. I suppose it didn't then. "

  "The Church of Organic Sapiens has undergone a number of fundamental changes in purpose in the sixty-eight years of its existence. The current one has been in place since Rega Looms became its director. "

  "How long ago was that?"

  "Eighteen years ago. "

  "Display the exact dates. "

  Numbers scrolled across one of Thales' screens. The settler colony of Nova Levis was established eleven years before Rega Looms took directorship of the Church of Organic Sapiens. Ariel could see nothing significant about that, but she felt certain she should.