Asimov's Future History Volume 1 (3 page)

His reverie was disturbed as Coleen Wilson entered the room.

“Well, let’s not stand on ceremony,” she barked. David could never think of her as just speaking.

“Yesterday’s presentation was a disaster from start to finish, or should I say from fact to science-fiction.”

This was accompanied with a pointed look at David. With a great deal of effort he restrained himself from replying.

“It will therefore come as no surprise to you that the company is stopping the project with immediate effect.”

Even though they were all expecting it, it still came as a shock and the effect of the words felt like a physical slap in the face.

Lanning rose to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” asked Wilson, almost seeming to be enjoying the role of hatchet-man.

“To cleardown my files to the archive. There seems to be little point in keeping pointless research,” he replied with heavy irony.

“Oh, aren’t you going to carry on?”

“Where?” he retorted. “In my garage on a shoe-string until I reveal a fully working product to an astonished world!” This time the words positively dripped venom.

“I expected a little bit of fight from you.” Wilson almost seemed disappointed by their response. Her next words therefore did not have the effect she was seeking.

“We are selling the whole project lock stock and barrel to another company. They have some crackpot idea that the technology is worth something.”

David started at this, “Including the Intellectual Property Rights?” He thought of his stake in the project along with Dr. Lanning’s original ideas.

“Yes, everything. The programs, their sources, all prototypes, all papers and files …” she paused dramatically for effect, “… and all of you”.

“Yes, you can sell slaves,” quipped Georgie. Everyone was beginning to react now. Some with enthusiasm, others with trepidation.

“Do we have to join the new company?” asked Lee. She and Richard had many years service in the company, David thought they would stay if they could.

“No problem,” replied Wilson. “I’m sure we can find a place for some of you.”

Yes, thought David, some, but not him. Oh well here goes.

“You can count me in for the new company. I believe in what we have been developing and think it has huge potential.” He said the words to try and puncture Wilson’s arrogance then suddenly realized he believed what he was saying. He looked around the table and got nods of encouragement from most and a thumbs-up signal from Dr. Lanning.

Others rapidly committed themselves leaving only Lee and Richard who wanted to think about it for longer. There did not appear to be any bad feeling about this. If anything it helped re-enforce the team spirit.

The meeting looked as if it was drawing to a close when Alfred Lanning suddenly asked, “By the way-who are our new lords and masters”.

This brought David to earth with a bump. What would Sue say about the change! He was sure she would agree with his choice but he wished he had the opportunity to ask her.

Wilson glanced at the wall clock. “You will have the chance to meet them in about ten minutes. Wait here and they will join you. I’ll bid you all farewell. You do not have to clear your desks and files as they will be transferred complete to your new site.”

She rose and made as if to leave the room. Turning back briefly she asked Richard and Lee to remain for the briefing then to join her in the project office.

There was a rapid rise to the noise levels as Wilson left. The last minute reprieve had taken them all by surprise and discussion rapidly focused on who would be prepared to take on the project.

“What I don’t understand,” exclaimed Lanning, “is who would be allowed to take over all aspects of the project.”

“After all,” he said with a smile on his face, “There might be some good research work here!”

“Well you can count out Synapsic Logic. They do not have the foresight to invest in this type of technology,” said Liz. As an ex-employee of that company she had a low regard of their vision of the future.

David half listened to the discussions going on around him. Who could possibly be taking over the project and what impact would this have on the direction of the development.

The answer came through the door a couple of minutes later and David nearly fell off his seat. There stood two men in typical business suits but one of them was the person who caused the accident that could have lost him his job, but which actually started the project.

He smiled at David as they moved to the front of the room.

“Good Morning to you all,” said the tall grey haired man who lead the way as he greeted them all with a large smile.

“My name is Lawrence Robertson and my colleague is Andrew Harlan …”

Harlan smiled but somehow it did not seem to come naturally to him, however he seemed friendly enough.

“… and we have just finished signing the transfer papers so we’d like to welcome you all as the first employees to US Robot and Mechanical Men Corporation. I trust this is the start of a long a fruitful relationship.”

“The location of the new company is to be Bicentential Park, which I believe will be acceptable to you all and your terms and conditions will be identical to your current ones.”

He paused to look around the room. “If nobody has any problems I suggest that you supervise the packing of your desks, test and development equipment and anything else you feel you need and we plan to continue this meeting in say, two days time in the new offices.”

The atmosphere in the office after the meeting was very different to that before. The place was absolutely buzzing as they supervised the safe storage of equipment ready for transport.

“Do you know one of them?” Georgie asked David as she was dismantling a laser probe in preparation for putting it into a crate.

“Harlan seemed to recognize you and you certainly jumped when he came in the room.”

“He is part of the reason I’m here and the project exists. He caused the accident that made the first spongy mass that is the positronic brain.”

“How did that happen?”

“Do you mean David hasn’t told you his wonderful and marvelous discovery,” said Thor.

He rapidly ducked as a small scale model of a part of the movement system flew through the air at him.

“He normally tells everyone … whether they want to hear or not.”

“Well since you asked …” began David, settling back into his seat with a cup of coffee.

“It all began while I was doing my Ph.D. work in Dr. Lanning’s laboratory. I was doing work on the structure of platinum and its electrical properties and was working on some platinum wastes. Dr. Lanning was bringing around some guests, one of whom was Harlan, and as usual I wasn’t paying attention. I was backing across the room with a beaker of an arsenic compound in solution, bumped into Harlan, and spilled some into the platinum waste. The whole lot frothed up and made a peculiar spongy mass.”

“So your contribution to this was an accident!” said Georgie with a smile on her face.

“No,” replied David with a bigger smile. “My contribution was the intellect and tenacity to follow through and investigate what I’d got!”

“I started to investigate its electrical properties and found that electrical currents flowed, and then just apparently disappeared. That was frustrating to me and I continued to investigate it out of curiosity more than anything else. A few weeks later, I attended a seminar on brain physiology and a question was asked by someone about the short life of electronic flow through the brain ganglia. At that point I connected the two, changed my thesis title, and the rest as they say is history.”

“Why were you at a brain physiology seminar? That’s not your area of interest is it?”

“No, but my wife Sue worked in medicine before the children came along. She was invited, with partner, to the seminar and as it was free along with a weekend away in a nice part of the state we went. Nothing further came from it. In a way it was strange that Sue was invited as she had not been working for over two years when she got the invite. Mind you she is still in the professional body so presumably that’s how they knew of her, and they did not seem to mind that she was not practicing.”

“Of such tiny matters are momentous actions the result,” said Alfred Lanning in passing, parodying a well know play of the time. “Now get off your butt and get some packing done!”

Work continued apace and the move took place with very few problems. The disruption and time-delays caused by the moving of location was more than compensated for by the new enthusiasm shown by everyone. The development of the positronic brain and the associated systems that would be required to create a usable robot continued in the new offices.

Robertson played little part in the day to day running of the new organisation. He would occasionally be seen in the laboratories having the latest development showed to him by Dr. Lanning. Harlan however, played a more significant role in the new company. He started to work alongside the Richard and Lee on the develpment of the motor functions in preparation for them leaving the team and returning to Consolidated.

New staff also started working within the project. The most significant for David was the joining of Harlan’s wife Noÿs. She started working on the development of the control programmes for the positronic brain with Liz and immediately proposed some inovative thoughts to the design. The changes enabled them to reduce the levels of uncertainty that existed in the preparation of each positronic brain. This also reduced the number of brains produced that had to be scrapped.

Richard and Lee stayed with them for two months whilst new people were recruited and their work handed over. They held a farewell party for them and the few others who had decided to remain in the old company.

The highlight of the party was the “hosting” of the party by the first prototype robot of the new company.

This time it was with pride that David unveiled the robot, then nearly fell off the podium laughing. “Who did that?” he asked, instantly turning to Thor.

The positronic brain was sporting a bolt through the base and held an axe in an attached ‘hand’. A visitor badge was pinned to its ‘lapel’ with the name ‘Frankenstein’ neatly printed on it!

“Couldn’t resist it, and I’m sure Isaac Asimov would have appreciated it!” replied Thor.

They put the positronic brain through its paces and its ‘party pieces’. It recited the American Constitution in a voice that was slightly metallic but clearly understandable. Dr. Lanning stood in front of the vision camera and asked the brain who he was.

“You are Dr. Alfred Lanning Ph.D., and the mastermind of this project,” replied the voice synthesis unit.

It seemed strange to hear the voice coming from speakers a couple of metres away from the ‘ears’.

Thor then took his place in front of the unit.

“Who am I?” he asked, in a slightly stilted voice.

“You are Thor Simpson, and you make the coffee,” came the surprising reply.

“Revenge is sweet!” cried David as he raced out of the door with Thor in hot pursuit.

Much merry making took place that evening and it almost seemed that the leavers were beginning to have second thoughts about their decisions.

“How have you managed to make so much progress in such a relatively short period of time?” asked Sue as the party began to wind down.

David was still a little surprised at the change of culture of the organisation. The attendance of partners at this sort of event would have been unheard of in the old company.

“Would you believe you husband is a genius? No, I didn’t think you would.”

“Some of it comes from the change in style of the company and improved investment, but a large amount must be down to Andrew Harlan and his wife Noÿs. He has brought some new angles to some of our original research and she has totally new ideas related to artificial intelligence.”

“Why have you not heard of him, or her for that matter, in that case. I thought you knew of most of the key players in this industry.”

“That’s a good question,” David half said/half pondered his reply.

“Thinking about it I don’t know anything about him or her and I’m not sure any of the others do …” he trailed off in thought.

The next day in the office started slowly. Some were nursing sore heads and there was some dismantling of the demonstration pieces they had put together for the night.

David found himself working next to Dr. Lanning.

“What do you know about Harlan?” he asked in as casual way as he possibly could.

“In what way? He’s a fair engineer with a good grounding in logic electronics. Anyway why?”

“Just curious. Where did he go to University and thinking about it where is he from? I don’t recognize his accent.”

“Oh, he told me he’s from New England. I forget exactly where but I think his parents were East European so perhaps that explains the peculiar accent. University wise I don’t know. Why are you asking all of the questions? Have you heard something?”

“No, as I say I’m just curious. Where do you want these pieces to be stored?” He quickly changed the subject. He did not want to appear to be looking for problems.

David spoke to the others over the next few days and found nothing of any real value regarding Harlan and Noÿs. As was usual with him this made him more curious and determined to get to the bottom of it. About three weeks after the party he presented the “evidence” he had collected to Sue after the children were in bed and they were sitting quietly after their evening meal.

“Well I’ve investigated all the possible sources of information and here are all the facts I’ve been able to determine.”

Sue smiled to herself. David had switched to ‘Lecture Mode’. She could almost see him marking the points off on a whiteboard.

“He is supposed to come from New England having emigrated there from the old Soviet block with his parents at a very young age. He then appears to have got his qualifications via a number of relatively low key Universities in the Mid-West. He made his money out of publishing and some very astute stock market deals.”