Asimov's Future History Volume 1 (49 page)

They sat staring at each other in Kallner’s office, which was now out of bounds for all personnel. Neither quite dared to look at the third person present.

Susan Calvin’s thin lips and pale cheeks bore no expression. She said coolly, “You may console yourself with what I have told you before. It is doubtful whether anything useful would have resulted.”

“This is not the time for the old argument,” groaned Schloss. “I am not arguing. U. S. Robots and Mechanical Men Corporation will supply robots made up to specification to any legal purchaser for any legal use. We did our part, however. We informed you that we could not guarantee being able to draw conclusions with regard to the human brain from anything that happened to the positronic brain. Our responsibility ends there. There is no argument.”

“Great space,” said General Kallner, in a tone that made the expletive feeble indeed. “Let’s not discuss that.”

“What else was there to do?” muttered Schloss, driven to the subject nevertheless. “Until we know exactly what’s happening to the mind in hyperspace we can’t progress. The robot’s mind is at least capable of mathematical analysis. It’s a start, a beginning. And until we try –” He looked up wildly, “But your robot isn’t the point, Dr. Calvin. We’re not worried about him or his positronic brain. Damn it, woman –” His voice rose nearly to a scream.

The robopsychologist cut him to silence with a voice that scarcely raised itself from its level monotone. “No hysteria, man. In my lifetime I have witnessed many crises and I have never seen one solved by hysteria. I want answers to some questions.”

Schloss’s full lips trembled and his deep-set eyes seemed to retreat into their sockets and leave pits of shadow in their places. He said harshly, “Are you trained in etheric engineering?”

“That is an irrelevant question. I am Chief Robopsychologist of the United States Robots and Mechanical Men Corporation. That is a positronic robot sitting at the controls of the
Parsec.
Like all such robots, it is leased and not sold. I have a right to demand information concerning any experiment in which such a robot is involved.”

“Talk to her, Schloss,” barked General Kallner. “She’s – she’s all right.”

Dr. Calvin turned her pale eyes on the general, who had been present at the time of the affair of the lost robot and who therefore could be expected not to make the mistake of underestimating her. (Schloss had been out on sick leave at the time, and hearsay is not as effective as personal experience.) “Thank you, general,” she said.

Schloss looked helplessly from one to the other and muttered, “What do you want to know?”

“Obviously my first question is, What
is
your problem if the robot is not?”

“But the problem is an obvious one. The ship hasn’t moved. Can’t you see that? Are you blind?”

“I see quite well. What I don’t see is your obvious panic over some mechanical failure. Don’t you people expect failure sometimes?”

The general muttered, “It’s the expense. The ship was hellishly expensive. The World Congress – appropriations –” He bogged down.

“The ship’s still there. A slight overhaul and correction would involve no great trouble.”

Schloss had taken hold of himself. The expression on his face was one of a man who had caught his soul in both hands, shaken it hard and set it on its feet. His voice had even achieved a kind of patience. “Dr. Calvin, when I say a mechanical failure, I mean something like a relay jammed by a speck of dust, a connection inhibited by a spot of grease, a transistor balked by a momentary heat expansion. A dozen other things. A hundred other things. Any of them can be quite temporary. They can stop taking effect at any moment.”

“Which means that at any moment the
Parsec
may flash through hyperspace and back after all.”

“Exactly. Now do you understand?”

“Not at all. Wouldn’t that be just what you want?” Schloss made a motion that looked like the start of an effort to seize a double handful of hair and yank. He said, “You are not an etherics engineer.”

“Does that tongue-tie you, doctor?”

“We had the ship set,” said Schloss despairingly, “to make a jump from a definite point in space relative to the center of gravity of the galaxy to another point. The return was to be to the original point corrected for the motion of the solar system. In the hour that has passed since the
Parsec
should have moved, the solar system has shifted position. The original parameters to which the hyperfield is adjusted no longer apply. The ordinary laws of motion do not apply to hyperspace and it would take us a week of computation to calculate a new set of parameters.”

“You mean that if the ship moves now it will return to some unpredictable point thousands of miles away?”

“Unpredictable?” Schloss smiled hollowly. “Yes, I should call it that. The
Parsec
might end up in the Andromeda nebula or in the center of the sun. In any case the odds are against our ever seeing it again.”

Susan Calvin nodded. “The situation then is that if the ship disappears, as it may do at any moment, a few billion dollars of the taxpayers’ money may be irretrievably gone, and – it will be said – through bungling.”

Major-general Kallner could not have winced more noticeably if he had been poked with a sharp pin in the fundament.

The robopsychologist went on, “Somehow, then, the ship’s hyperfield mechanism must be put out of action, and that as soon as possible. Something will have to be unplugged or jerked loose or flicked off.” She was speaking half to herself.

“It’s not that simple,” said Schloss. “I can’t explain it completely, since you’re not an etherics expert. It’s like trying to break an ordinary electric circuit by slicing through high-tension wire with garden shears. It could be disastrous. It
would
be disastrous.”

“Do you mean that any attempt to shut off the mechanism would hurl the ship into hyperspace?”

“Any
random
attempt would
probably
do so. Hyper-forces are not limited by the speed of light. It is very probable that they have no limit of velocity at all. It makes things extremely difficult. The only reasonable solution is to discover the nature of the failure and learn from that a safe way of disconnecting the field.”

“And how do you propose to do that, Dr. Schloss?”

Schloss said, “It seems to me that the only thing to do is to send one of our Nestor robots –”

“No! Don’t be foolish,” broke in Susan Calvin.

Schloss said, freezingly, “The Nestors are acquainted with the problems of etherics engineering. They will be ideally –”

“Out of the question. You cannot use one of our positronic robots for such a purpose without my permission. You do not have it and you shall not get it.”

“What is the alternative?”

“You must send one of your engineers.”

Schloss shook his head violently, “Impossible. The risk involved is too great. If we lose a ship
and
man –”

“Nevertheless, you may not use a Nestor robot, or any robot.”

The general said, “I – I must get in touch with Earth. This whole problem has to go to a higher level.”

Susan Calvin said with asperity, “I wouldn’t just yet if I were you, general. You will be throwing yourself on the government’s mercy without a suggestion or plan of action of your own. You will not come out very well, I am certain.”

“But what is there to do?” The general was using his handkerchief again.

“Send a man. There is no alternative.”

Schloss had paled to a pasty gray. “It’s easy to say, send a man. But whom?”

“I’ve been considering that problem. Isn’t there a young man – his name is Black – whom I met on the occasion of my previous visit to Hyper Base?”

“Dr. Gerald Black?”

“I think so. Yes. He was a bachelor then. Is he still?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

“I would suggest then that he be brought here, say, in fifteen minutes, and that meanwhile I have access to his records.”

Smoothly she had assumed authority in this situation, and neither Kallner nor Schloss made any attempt to dispute that authority with her.

Black had seen Susan Calvin from a distance on this, her second visit to Hyper Base. He had made no move to cut down the distance. Now that he had been called into her presence, he found himself staring at her with revulsion and distaste. He scarcely noticed Dr. Schloss and General Kallner standing behind her.

He remembered the last time he had faced her thus, undergoing a cold dissection for the sake of a lost robot.

Dr. Calvin’s cool gray eyes were fixed steadily on his hot brown ones.

“Dr. Black,” she said, “I believe you understand the situation.” Black said, “I do.”

“Something will have to be done. The ship is too expensive to lose. The bad publicity will probably mean the end of the project.”

Black nodded. “I’ve been thinking that.”

“I hope you’ve also thought that it will be necessary for someone to board the
Parsec,
find out what’s wrong, and – uh – deactivate it.”

There was a moment’s pause. Black said harshly, “What fool would go?”

Kallner frowned and looked at Schloss, who bit his lip and looked nowhere.

Susan Calvin said, “There is, of course, the possibility of accidental activation of the hyperfield, in which case the ship may drive beyond all possible reach. On the other hand, it may return somewhere within the solar system. If so, no expense or effort will be spared to recover man and ship.”

Black said, “Idiot and ship! Just a correction.”

Susan Calvin disregarded the comment. She said, “I have asked General Kallner’s permission to put it to you. It is you who must go.”

No pause at all here. Black said, in the flattest possible way, “Lady, I’m not volunteering.”

“There are not a dozen men on Hyper Base with sufficient knowledge to have any chance at all of carrying this thing through successfully. Of those who have the knowledge, I’ve selected you on the basis of our previous acquaintanceship. You will bring to this task an understanding –”

“Look, I’m
not
volunteering.”

“You have no choice. Surely you will face your responsibility?”

“
My
responsibility? What makes it mine?”

“The fact that you are best fitted for the job.”

“Do you know the risk?”

“I think I do,” said Susan Calvin.

“I know you don’t. You never saw that chimpanzee. Look, when I said ‘idiot and ship’ I wasn’t expressing an opinion. I was telling you a fact. I’d risk my life if I had to. Not with pleasure, maybe, but I’d risk it. Risking idiocy, a lifetime of animal mindlessness, is something I won’t risk, that’s all.”

Susan Calvin glanced thoughtfully at the young engineer’s sweating, angry face.

Black shouted, “Send one of your robots, one of your NS-2 jobs.”

The psychologist’s eye reflected a kind of cold glitter. She said with deliberation, “Yes, Dr. Schloss suggested that. But the NS-2 robots are leased by our firm, not sold. They cost millions of dollars apiece, you know. I represent the company and I have decided that they are too expensive to be risked in a matter such as this.”

Black lifted his hands. They clenched and trembled close to his chest as though he were forcibly restraining them. “You’re telling me – you’re saying you want me to go instead of a robot because I’m more expendable.”

“It comes to that, yes.”

“Dr. Calvin,” said Black, “I’d see you in hell first.”

“That statement might be almost literally true, Dr. Black. As General Kallner will confirm, you are ordered to take this assignment. You are under quasi-military law here, I understand, and if you refuse an assignment, you can be court-martialed. A case like this will mean Mercury prison and I believe that will be close enough to hell to make your statement uncomfortably accurate were I to visit you, though I probably would not. On the other hand, if you agree to board the
Parsec
and carry through this job, it will mean a great deal for your career.”

Black glared, red-eyed, at her.

Susan Calvin said, “Give the man five minutes to think about this, General Kallner, and get a ship ready.”

Two security guards escorted Black out of the room.

Gerald Black felt cold. His limbs moved as though they were not part of him. It was as though he were watching himself from some remote, safe place, watching himself board a ship and make ready to leave for It and for the
Parsec.

He couldn’t quite believe it. He had bowed his head suddenly and said, “I’ll go.”

But why?

He had never thought of himself as the hero type. Then why? Partly, of course, there was the threat of Mercury prison. Partly it was the awful reluctance to appear a coward in the eyes of those who knew him, that deeper cowardice that was behind half the bravery in the world.

Mostly, though, it was something else.

Ronson of Interplanetary Press had stopped Black momentarily as he was on his way to the ship. Black looked at Ronson’s Bushed face and said. “What do you want?”

Ronson babbled. “Listen! When you get back, I want it exclusive. I’ll arrange any payment you want – anything you want –”

Black pushed him aside, sent him sprawling, and walked on.

The ship had a crew of two. Neither spoke to him. Their glances slid over and under and around him. Black didn’t mind that. They were scared spitless themselves and their ship was approaching the
Parsec
like a kitten skittering sideways toward the first dog it had ever seen. He could do without
them.

There was only one face that he kept seeing. The anxious expression of General Kallner and the look of synthetic determination on Schloss’s face were momentary punctures on his consciousness. They healed almost at once. It was Susan Calvin’s unruffled face that he saw. Her calm expressionlessness as he boarded the ship.

He stared into the blackness where Hyper Base had already disappeared into space –

Susan Calvin! Doctor Susan Calvin! Robopsychologist Susan Calvin! The robot that walks like a woman!

What were her three laws, he wondered. First Law: Thou shalt protect the robot with all thy might and all thy heart and all thy soul. Second Law: Thou shalt hold the interests of U. S. Robots and Mechanical Men Corporation holy provided it interfereth not with the First Law. Third Law: Thou shalt give passing consideration to a human being provided it interfereth not with the First and Second laws.