by Isaac Asimov
“Now,” he declared triumphantly, holding the key with one hand and pushing the button with the other.
Nothing happened.
Chapter 6
STRANGERS IN TOWN
BACK IN THEIR apartment, Derec kicked the chair in front of the computer console and sent it skidding across the hard floor into the other one.
“Those filthy, stinking, walking, frosted slag heaps! What about the First Law? Doesn’t that apply to the keys?”
“Apparently not,” Ariel said bitterly. “If Keymo was telling the truth when he said that their keys are all initialized in that processing machine, and that they only work for the type of being that initializes them, then their keys will only work for robots. And if they initialize them by hand, that ruins them for us, too.
They listened to my argument because of the First Law, not because they had keys that could send us away.”
“I felt like an utter fool standing there holding that key when nothing happened. And then they scanned the wall to find out how I got in, and gave me my boot back.” He looked down at the matched boots that he wore on his feet again. “You can bet the same trick won’t work a second time.”
“Well, at least they just threw us out. There wasn’t any penalty or anything.” She sighed and sat down in one of the chairs where it was, without bothering to move it back into its place. “I was so proud of myself for talking my way in to see Keymo, too.”
“The First Law did us that much good, at least.” He started pacing the perimeter of the small room. “I thought we were so close to getting away from here. I thought we had it.” He paused when he saw Ariel leaning forward in the chair, staring glumly at the floor.
She glanced up at him and nodded dejectedly.
“Well, look. It isn’t over yet. I mean, we aren’t going to give up.” He sat down in the console chair and gazed at the blank screen thoughtfully. “All right. What’s our next move? Let’s see.” He started working on the keyboard.
She watched him for a moment. “You ‘re looking for the other humans on the planet, I suppose.”
“Of course. They got here, somehow; we can leave the same way, whatever it was.”
“But we haven’t made any progress finding them. What else can we do?”
“We didn’t really apply ourselves before. I figured Keymo was our best bet, and the other humans just a backup. Now it’s time to get serious about them.”
“I hope it makes a difference.” Her tone was still discouraged, but she pulled her chair closer.
“I’ll start with that file we had earlier,” said Derec. “Hey, we’re in luck.”
“Really?” She looked up hopefully.
“The two strangers who are traveling together have been sighted several more times.”
“What about the third?”
“No, there’s no more mention of that one. I hope he’s okay. I wonder if the third one is with the other two, or if they just happened to arrive about the same time.”
“If they came separately, then we might have two ways to get away from Robot City.”
“Good point,” said Derec. “I just hope that the third one is simply hiding better than the other two.”
“What do you mean?”
“If they all came together, the third one could have left again in the only transportation, whatever it is.”
“Oh, Derec. Why did you have to bring that up?”
“We have to consider all the possibilities, don’t we?” He turned to look at her. “Besides, getting in touch with some people for a change is still going to be an advantage. At some point, someone will come back for them. They’ll be part of the spacefaring community, at least, not like these isolationist robots.”
“Suppose we try to think along that line. Do we have any way of guessing who they could be?”
“I’ll enter what we have. The real problem is that we don’t know the location of this planet.”
“We know that Dr. Avery wanted Robot City to be away from the beaten track,” said Ariel. “My mother always emphasized how eccentric he was. I’m certain we aren’t near any major spacelanes.”
“I don’t think we’re in too much of a backwater, either. If Dr. Avery was the megalomaniac you said, then at some point he probably planned to show off his success to other people.”
“Mother would have wanted to see it. And, you know what? He faced a lot of skeptics on Aurora.
Eventually, he’d want to prove to them that he could do what he said.”
“Good. We don’t have much to go on, but it’s something.” Derec summarized the information he read on the screen. “ Aurora is probably the nearest habitable planet, and it’s almost certainly the nearest planet of any significance.”
“If we do get a ride out of here, that’ll be convenient,” she observed. “I’m willing to take small favors.”
“Let me go on. The odds of three people just landing here at almost the same time purely by chance in two spacecraft are too low to think about. One spacecraft, maybe, if it had mechanical trouble or something” but not two. Assuming we are close to a spacelane, and remembering that this is all just surmise anyhow, we have to figure that our visitors came here deliberately.”
“I can’t honestly see why anybody would want to come here,” said Ariel. “There’s no business to conduct. And it’s not exactly Fun City. There’s no entertainment or anything.”
“I know. And pioneering commercial interests would show up in force, not one or two people at a time.”
“Individuals wouldn’t have much of anything to do here that I can think of,” she went on. “Even if I weren’t sick, I’d still want to get away from here. The robots run everything on their terms.”
“I think we can rule ourselves out as the reason, don’t you?” Derec asked. “As far as we know, no one has any way of knowing that either of us is here.”
“Don’t I know it.” She shook her head in resignation, with a wistful smile.
“So that leaves Robot City itself as the reason.”
“But I told you that Dr. Avery kept its location a secret. My mother was sure that was very important to him.”
“You also said that he disappeared a long time ago. If he’s dead, could he have left some information behind in the office that someone got? Or spilled the secret someplace else out in space before he died?
And now they’ve used the information to come here. Or he’s back himself.”
“With a guy like that, anything’s possible,” she said reluctantly. “But it sounds out of character for him to reveal more than he wanted. Besides, any people who had learned the secret would have shown up here a long time ago.”
“Not if it was well hidden. Maybe they just found it.”
“Maybe. I guess.” She looked at him. “Do you think it’s Avery?”
“No. The sightings just aren’t consistent with his ability to go into that office in the Compass Tower. Our visitors are as lost as we are. And they can get us off this rock, too.”
“So much for them finding Robot City,” said Ariel. “What about us finding them?”
“I wish I’d had the time to streamline the computer by now. It just isn’t that reliable. If it was, we could use it to help.”
“We can try, can’t we? Can you give some kind of standing instruction to the robots to look for the people?”
“Yeah, I can try, but we have the same problems as before. The instructions don’t reach every single robot, and they take a long time to reach a lot of them. And even that assumes Dr. Avery didn’t counter program against it for some weird reason of his own.”
She shook her head. “He was too paranoid. If he was careful enough to keep the secret of this place, I’m sure he would have approved of ordering the robots to keep watch for outsiders.”
“We already know that some robots are reporting their sightings. I’ll order all the robots to do that, and....” he trailed off. “Well, I don’t know. Maybe we’re just going around in c
ircles.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Well, I just don’t know if it’ll make a difference, like I said. It’s just more of what’s already in the computer.”
“All we can do is give them the instruction and hope they get us some information,” she said. “Then we’ll try to think of something else. What’s wrong with that?”
“Yeah, here goes. But what we really need is for the robots to detain them if they can, and I don’t see how they can do that. That might violate the First Law.”
“Wouldn’t that depend on the particulars of the situation? Maybe the robots could persuade them to come. Anyway, the robots just have to avoid harming them. And they might want to see us. I guess they could bring them here, don’t you?”
“I’m putting in the order. If there are any robots who can find and identify these strangers, they are to bring them here if they can. The robots can worry about the Law problems when the time comes.” He sat back in his chair with a sigh. “I just don’t know if any of this will make a difference.”
“We’ve been going at this pretty hard,” said Ariel. “Why don’t we take a break? It’s time for something to eat, anyway.”
“Ugh,” said Derec, and they both laughed. “All right. We’ll force down anything we can stomach from the processor for lunch. After that, assuming we live, we’ll probably be glad to go out and engage in endless debates with uncooperative robots.”
Ariel got up, smiling. “I guess we can take our motivation wherever we find it.”
After they had eaten, they ventured out once more to see if they could find some evidence of the strangers in the city. Derec started out eager and full of energy, in large part because Ariel’s illness was on his mind. He wanted to make sure that she knew he wasn’t dawdling.
At her suggestion, he agreed after a while to take it easy. Rushing around wasn’t likely to help at this stage of the search. They had alerted the robots as much as they could, and they had a list of locations of previous sightings. Now all they could do was walk around, hoping to chance across a lead.
The worst problem was that the sightings offered no pattern that they could recognize. Since the lone traveler had not been reported at all for some time, they decided to forget about that one for the present.
The sightings of the two traveling together were completely random, as far as they could tell.
The most recent sighting had taken place on the outskirts of the city. They rode the tunnels to the end of the trunkline at the edge of the city, and then had to surface. There, they managed to hitch a ride in the cab of a huge liquid transporter of some kind. They hopped off when its route diverged from theirs.
As they walked, they got their first look at the long, three-stage mole device that dug the underground tunnels and left a fully equipped, functioning platform system behind. This segment was not being used because it had not been connected to the main system elsewhere; otherwise, the mole device would have been underground and out of sight. It also simultaneously mined ores for construction and other uses, according to a foreman robot whom Derec questioned. It seemed to be a modified version of a gatelike device he had seen sifting the asteroid in search of the original Key for the Avery robots, shortly after waking up with amnesia, and the great mining and construction devices that had been crucial to the automatic shapechanging of the city.
They also saw a number of buildings under construction and some freshly finished. These included some smaller domes of bronze dianite reminiscent of the Key Center. Nowhere, however, did any of the robots remember any additional sightings of humans.
Chapter 7
THE CYBORG
HIS NAME WAS Jeff Leong. He opened his eyes in darkness and wondered where he was. At least he was alive, and not in pain.
He seemed to be lying on his back, comfortably. Pale, colored lights crossed his vision from his left, suggesting monitor readouts. He supposed they were medical equipment of some kind, and turned his head to the left, expecting it to involve considerable effort and discomfort. Instead, he moved easily and comfortably, though he found wires, now, under his cheek, that connected his head to the equipment by his side.
Dim light seemed to have come on in the room. He could see outlines in the room around him, and of course the lit displays of the monitors. The readouts meant nothing to him, though, so he straightened his head again.
He felt fine. That hardly made any sense.
Since he had only been a passenger on the spaceship Kimbriel, he did not have a clear understanding of the disaster. The captain had spoken over the intercom, saying that a mechanical problem had developed, and that they had left Aurora too far behind to return safely. The navigator had located a habitable planet, however, and they would attempt an emergency stop in a lifepod.
At the time, Jeff had been excited. He had had faith in the crew and had actually looked forward to an unscheduled adventure on a planet he had never seen. He assumed that was where he was now.
The door at the far end of the room opened and a robot entered. Full light came on in the room, and Jeff saw that his visitor was a blue-skinned robot of a specific type that he did not recognize. The robot walked to the monitors and studied each one carefully.
“Where am I?” Jeff asked. His voice sounded a little odd, but he had no trouble speaking.
“You are in Human Experimental Facility I, Room 6, in Robot City,” said the robot.
“Robot City? On what planet?”
“The planet is also called Robot City,”
“Who are you?”
“I am Surgeon Experimental I.”
“Uh, can I see my doctor?”
“I am your doctor, along with Human Medical Research 1.”
“Is he a robot, too? From his name, I suppose—”
“Yes. What is your name?”
“I’m Jeff Leong.”
“Are you still in harm?”
“Huh?”
“How...are you? How do you feel?”
“Oh. I feel pretty good, actually. My voice sounds kind of strange, though, doesn’t it?”
“It has changed. Please tell me the events leading to your arrival here.”
“Our ship developed a mechanical emergency of some kind. We came here for an emergency landing, but we didn’t make a very good job of it. I remember the captain warning us that it would be a hard impact.”
“What other events led to your landing?”
“What other events? I don’t know any other events. I was just a passenger. Look, where’s everybody else?”
“I must inform you that you are the only survivor.”
Jeff stared up at the ceiling, filled with many emotions. He had not expected that answer, yet he was not surprised. All the crew and passengers had been killed because of an accident yet, he had somehow survived. It hadn’t really sunk in yet. If anything, he felt more guilt than sorrow.
“Were you traveling with family or friends?”
“No,” he murmured softly. ‘.No, I didn’t know anybody on board.”
“What was your destination?”
“Mine, personally? Well, I was leaving home for college. I’m from Aurora.”
“You were not coming to Robot City?”
“Not deliberately, no. Not until the ship malfunction.” Jeff looked up at him. “Do you know what happened to it?”
“The mother ship exploded outside the atmosphere. The lifepod you were riding with the other passengers crashed in its attempt to land.”
“I guess I lucked out, huh? I feel okay.”
“I have summoned Research 1, the other member of the Human Experimental Team. We shall explain together. Perhaps you did luck out, as you put it. You say you feel well?”
“Yeah. Can I get up?”
“Have you observed yourself?”
“No...why, was I scarred or something?” Jeff put a hand to his face, and felt a hard, unfamiliar surface.
“Am I in a mask? Bandages or something?”
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p; Surgeon 1 paused as another robot entered the room. “This is Human Medical Research 1. Our patient is named Jeff Leong.”
“Hi,” Jeff said cautiously.
“Hi,” said Research 1, in exactly the same tone. “Surgeon 1, how do the monitors read?”
“They indicate, taken together, an excellent condition.” Surgeon 1 walked up and looked down at Jeff, who felt cowed by the unequal numbers and strange appearances. He would have preferred a human doctor.
“Do you feel excellent?” Surgeon 1 asked.
“Well, yeah, but I feel all mummified or something. What happened to me?”
Research 1 moved to the foot of the bed and looked at him straight on. “Since the experiment has succeeded, I believe we can tell you with a minimum of shock. You may sit up.”
“Uh, okay.” Jeff expected to be helped, as solicitous doctors and nurses tended to do, but the robots remained where they were. He sat up, quite easily, watching Research 1’s careful study of the monitors.
Then he looked down and saw the blue-skinned texture of his own legs.
At first, he simply didn’t understand. He wondered why his legs were encased in this stuff. When he reached out to touch one of his legs, he saw his hand and arm for the first time, made of the same unfamiliar blue substance. Then, suddenly understanding what had happened, he looked at his other robotic arm and then down at his chest. In growing panic, he clapped his blue hands against his torso and then ran them across the new contours of his face.
“The monitors read properly,” said Research 1. “All evidence so far indicates a successful procedure.
You are, of course, emotionally agitated. This reaction is also occurring normally.”
Jeff collapsed back on the bed. The monitor lights jumped as they noted the impact. “I’m a robot. I can’t believe this. I’m a robot. ”
“We wish you to understand something,” said Surgeon 1. “The First Law required this development, under the circumstances of our finding you.”
