by Bruce Bethke
Ariel sat up. “What is it? What are they saying, Mandelbrot?’, The robot cocked his head as if listening more closely.
“I am unsure of the dialect,” Mandelbrot said, “but they appear to be saying, ‘It’s friendly. ’ “ BlackMane gave Mandelbrot a bored look, and then made another soft bark that must have meant, “Okay. ” As one, the puppies wheeled and charged Ariel. A second later she was giggling like a seven-year-old and covered by a mass of wiggling, licking, tailwagging cubs.
“Either that,” Mandelbrot added, “or, ‘It tastes good. ’ “
The tall, slender, pale blue robot-to appearances a standard Euler model-rounded the corner and entered the Central atrium. Avery struck while the robot was still in mid-stride.
“You there! Identify!”
“City Supervisor 3,” the tall robot responded. “For your convenience I respond to the name Beta. ” At two meters’ distance the robot stopped and stood with its head tilted slightly back, as if baring its throat.
“Beta, eh? Well, Beta, I am your creator, Doctor Wendell Avery, and let me tell you, I am absolutely appalled with the way you supervisors are handling this city. The streets smell like kennels, the transit tunnels are filled with joy-riding wolves, and to top it off my son and I came here in an insane groundcar that insisted on driving on the slidewalks!”
To Derec’s eyes, the supervisor seemed even colder and more imperturbable than was typical for Avery robots. Beta’s eyes didn’t flicker, nor did its posture waver a millimeter as it responded to Avery’s attack. “In searching the permissions list, I find no special privileges reserved for Creator Wendell Avery. ” The robot paused a moment, then continued. “In response to your other statements: olfactory cues are an important source of information for the citizens, and the transit tunnels are fulfilling their intended purpose. As for the groundcar, we have surveyed the citizens and found that the majority enjoy Personal Vehicle One’s unique route-planning methods. ”
The robot’s response seemed to surprise Avery. He blinked a few times, shook his head as if unable to believe that a robot was disagreeing with him, and then recovered his bluster. “Citizens? What are you talking about? Beta, the kin are not human, and for you to treat them as if they have Robotic Law status is a serious malfunction. ”
“The definition of ‘human’ is not implicit in the Laws,” Beta answered, as it studied Avery with cold, gleaming eyes.
Avery bit back his first angry retort and struggled to speak calmly. “Beta, are you blind? The kin are aliens. ”
The supervisor’s head rotated down, and it locked its unblinking gaze on the short man. “On the contrary, Dr. Avery; on this planet, you are the alien. ”
Avery’s jaw worked, but no sound came out. His fingers clutched-
The robot leaned forward, placed one hand on its hip, and opened its other hand in a purely human gesture. “Please allow me to explain.
“Dr. Avery, our first mission on this world was to build a city. Our underlying mission was to serve humans. After the end of our first mission, we found ourselves with insufficient data to complete our underlying mission. Therefore, we devoted considerable time to the question of how to find humans.
“After much discussion, we decided that we needed a clearer definition of the word human. There is no explicit definition in our general programming. Consulting the ancient sources, we found that it means:
“1. Of, relating to, or characteristic of man.
“2. Consisting of men.
“3. Having human form or attributes.
“4. Susceptible to or representative of the sympathies and frailties of man’s nature.
“Evaluating the kin in terms of these criteria, we found that they met three of the four. They are intelligent, social, tool-and language-using beings, fully capable of altruism, greed, opportunism, faith, loyalty, cowardice, curiosity; indeed, the entire range of human”
Avery found his voice at last. “Enough!” Fighting to avoid hyperventilation, he turned to Derec. “This tin moron has obviously blown a main circuit. When are the rest of the supervisors going to get here?”
Derec broke off his commlink contact and looked up, blinking with wonder. “Alpha and Gamma decline to come. ”
“What?”Avery wheeled on Beta as if to attack it.
“I alone have been delegated to meet with you,” Beta explained. “The other supervisors are occupied with tasks that are important to the well-being of the native humans. ”
“I do not believe this. ” Avery shook his head slowly, then studied Beta with a cold, unblinking glare. “Beta, are you trying to tell me that the supervisors are no longer subject to the Second Law?”
The robot’s eyes flickered briefly. “Of course not. Alpha and Gamma’s Second Law duties to you simply have been superseded by their First Law obligations. ”
“First Law-” Avery suddenly snapped around and looked at Derec. “Ariel!” Before he’d finished saying the name, Derec had invoked his commlink and reached Mandelbrot.
“No,” Derec reported, shaking his head. “Ariel’s a little wet and mussed up, but she’s not in any danger. ” He concentrated harder and checked in with Eve. “Wolruf’s fine. Adam is still playing SilverSides; he’s up on a balcony, addressing a crowd, but he’s speaking too fast for Eve to translate. ”
Derec frowned. “Lucius II isn’t answering. ” He broke concentration and opened his eyes; both he and Avery turned to look at Beta.
“When you assume that the First Law applies only to members of your party, you are making a species-ist assumption,,, Beta said. “If you plan to reside in this city, you must learn to overcome your speciesism. ”
Slowly, sighing heavily, Avery nodded. “I see where this is leading. Beta, if I were to tell you that your definition of human has become corrupted and the kin are not human, would you allow me to correct it?”
Beta considered this barely a moment. “No. Redefining the native humans as nonhumans would injure them, and thus is prohibited by the First Law. ”
Avery frowned. “Circular logic: See logic, circular. The kin shouldn’t be considered humans, but since they are, you won’t let me fix the problem. ” With a disgusted look, he turned to Derec. “Come on, son, let’s get out of here. ”
Wolruf whined nervously and sidled closer to Eve. An unpleasant change had come over SilverSides with nightfall; the raw emotions of BeastTongue now threaded through her speech as she addressed the crowd in the street below. “What’s she sayin’?” Wolruf whispered to Eve.
“I’m not getting all of it,” Eve whispered back. “Some kind of anatomical comparison between Friend Avery and a sharpfang. ” She rotated her head and listened more closely. “Now she’s talking about-wonders. The ship; she’s mentioned the ship. And she’s saying that the city is capable of producing more wonders just like it. But-rhetorical question-why isn’t the city providing them?”
Silversides paused for dramatic effect and then thundered the answer.
“TwoLegs!” Eve translated.
The crowd broke into the savage, rhythmic chant in heavily accented Standard. “TwoLegs out! TwoLegs out!” Everywhere Wolruf looked, she saw angry, gaping jaws, fangs bared and glistening orange in the torchlight, chanting. “TwoLegs out! TwoLegs out!”
Eve shook her head in disbelief. “SilverSides taught them to say that in Standard! This is impossible!” Her voice became slurred and her movements erratic, clear signs of an impending First Law crisis. “He’s training the mob to hate bipeds!”
“ TwoLegs out! TwoLegs out!”
Eve and Wolruf looked at each other, then both discreetly dropped down to all fours. Eve began to transform herself into an image of Wolruf.
“ ‘U think we ought t’ warn Derec?” Wolruf asked.
“‘U better b’lieve it,” Eve answered. Closing her eyes, she activated her commlink and sought out Lucius.
Chapter 23. Battle Lines
The Warm, yellow streetlight was surrounded by a nimbus of
clumsy insects. Grabbing the lamppost for a pivot, Derec swung off the slidewalk and followed Avery into the pocket park. Neither spoke until Avery had found a balcony overlooking the street below and taken a seat on the cold stone railing.
“Dad, I never thought I’d see the day when you ran away from a problem. ”
“I’m not running away. I’m thinking. ”
Derec glanced around the balcony, then put a foot up on the railing and looked out at the darkened city. The gentle night breeze carried faint hints of moisture and distant forests. “Care to explain the difference?”
Avery stopped scowling and looked up at Derec. “We can’t get anywhere with the supervisors. Circular logic: The kin have First Law status because the supervisors’ definition of human is corrupted, but the supervisors won’t let us fix the definition because that would violate the First Law. ”
“So why fix it? Aside from pure human chauvinism, that is. ”
Avery stroked his whiskery chin and tugged at the edge of his stiff white moustache. “Hard as this may be to believe, Derec, it’s for their own good. By the time we humans developed robots, we already had a mature, technological culture. We accepted robots as just better tools for carrying on life as we knew it.
“But what if back in the Stone Age, some alien race had come along and given us a magic box that delivered everything we asked for? Frost, you don ‘t have to imagine it; Old Earth history is littered with stories of Stone Age cultures that tried to make the leap directly to high technology. First the existing family and social structures were demolished. Then the local ecology was destroyed.
“And then the people had a choice: join the mainstream of human society-become exactly like every other technological culture-or become extinct. ” Avery ran a hand through his silvery hair and looked Derec straight in the eye. “Never mind how I feel about the kin personally. They deserve more of a choice than that, don’t they?”
Derec nodded. “Okay. Where do we start?”
“I’ve been thinking about that. ” Avery paused, and screwed his face up in a puzzled look. “You say it felt like Central was running on pure cron? No mentation at all?”
“Dad, I’ve met bricks with more on their minds. Central is a complete blank. ”
“ A tabula rasa,” Avery muttered to himself. He nodded. “Yes, that makes sense. That’s what I would do. ”
Derec peered at Avery. “A tubular what?”
“Not ‘tubular. ’ Tabula rasa. Latin for ‘erased tablet. ’ One old theory used to hold that the human mind started out as a blank tablet, and personality developed as a result of the impressions that life ‘wrote’ on the mind. ”
Derec laughed. “That’s ridiculous, Dad. For starters, you’re completely ignoring the influence of genetic-”
Avery waved a hand to cut Derec off. “I didn’t say that I subscribe to that theory-at least, not as it applies to humans. But tell me, what would you do if you had a robot that had suffered traumatic brain damage? Damage so profound that every time you repaired it, the very memory of that damage unbalanced the psyche module again?”
Derec thought it over a moment. “I’d erase the memory. ”
“That’d work for a conventional robot. But what if it was a cellular robot, and every cell held a complete set of backup memories in positronic microcode?”
Derec sat down heavily on the stone railing next to Avery and blew out a deep breath. “Oh boy. We’re talking about a complete system purge and rebuild here. ”
“Exactly. ” Avery favored Derec with a knowing smile. “ And what would the robot’s mind be like after the purge?”
Slowly, Derec turned to look at Avery. Slowly, very slowly, a matching smile lit up his face. “A tabula rasa. ” Picking up the thought, Derec ran with it. “If the supervisors are doing a complete system rebuild on Central, it’s in a very impressionable state right now. The merest suggestion could have incredibly far-reaching effects on the future of the city. ”
Avery nodded. “So the supervisors will try to isolate Central from unwanted influences. They’ve probably severed all the terminal input lines and buffered the 1/0 channels. ”
Derec’s face erupted in a sly grin. “But we know someone who’s got a direct commlink channel to Central’s brain, don’t we?”
Avery returned the grin. “How about it, son? Feel up to a little guerrilla computing?”
Derec looked around the balcony and shrugged. “This looks like as good a spot as any. ” Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes and began to concentrate. “Commlink activated. I’m hacking into the city network; okay, I’m in. I’m riding down the main data bus now, and I’m coming up to-uh oh. There’s a big black hole where Central should be. ”
“All the user-friendly stuff is deactivated,” Avery said. “You’ll have to feel your way in. ”
“Right. I’m going-no, wait, there’s an invisible barrier extending around the hole as far as I can reach. Cylindrical, not hemispherical. ”
“Can you find a seam?”
“Don’t have time. I’m going to see if it’s open at the top. ” Derec squinted for a moment as his concentration intensified. “Okay, that did it. I’ve jumped the barrier and I’m inside. Feels like I’m still falling; not accelerating, just falling. The hole is completely black. I can’t see a thing. ”
“You’re probably in the I-pipe,” Avery said. “Try reaching out with your right hand. You should feel - What the blazes is that?”
Derec broke concentration and returned to the analog world to find Avery staring slack-jawed at something in the distance. He looked where Avery was looking.
He saw a mob of kin with torches surging down the darkened street, coming closer with every step.
“Listen!” Avery gasped. Derec’s ears were still tuned to the subtleties of hyperwave, but he quickly adjusted and caught the chaotic noise of the mob. No, not noise. Voices. Chanting. In heavily accented Standard.
“TwoLegs out! TwoLegs out!”
“Oh, good grief,” Avery muttered.
Derec instantly switched back to commlink and sent out an urgent call. Lucius? Mandelbrot! What ’ s going on?
Eve’s commlink voice answered. Friend Derec? Where are you? Derec transmitted a location-and-range pulse. Please stay there. Eve said. Friend Wolruf and 1 will join you shortly.
A few moments later, Wolruf and Eve came dashing up the slidewalk.
“Eve! What-?” is as far as Avery got.
“Iss Adam,” Wolruf blurted out. “ ‘E’s gone over completely to being SilverSides, an’ ‘at means the natives are ‘umans to ‘im. ‘E’s whipped ‘em up int’ a frenzy. Keeps talkin’ ‘bout ‘ow th’ city can never serve ‘eir needs properly as long as th’ TwoLegs are ‘here. Wants t’ drive ‘u ‘umans off th’ planet. ”
Derec blinked. “That’s impossible. The First Law-”
“Is being interpreted by the standards of these natives, “ Avery completed. “Intimidation may well be a normal part of their lives. For Adam, it’s the tactics of indirection: If he can get the natives to scare us out, it’ll never become a First Law problem. ” He turned to Eve. “What about the city robots?”
“They appear to be backing Adam,” Eve reported. “We saw several security robots draw back into the shadows as we approached. “
Avery looked at the mob again, which was now quite close, and swore softly. “It’s that double-frosted Zeroth Law of theirs. So long as we aren’t in immediate danger, the interests of a few hundred kin outweigh the interests of three humans. But I do not share Adam’ s confidence that he can control the mob. ” Scowling darkly, he bit the corner of his moustache, “Son? I think this nonsense has gone far enough. ” Reaching into his coat pocket, Avery drew out the black, flashlight-sized welding laser and stepped up to the edge of the balcony. “You, robot! “
The mob reacted instantly, swirling to a noisy, hostile stop beneath the balcony. Everywhere Avery looked, he saw bobbing torches and wet fangs bared and clashing i
n a savage, angry chant: “TwoLegs out! TwoLegs out!” Then, from somewhere in the depths of the crowd a lone howl erupted, a long, drawn-out note that sent chills down Avery’s spine.
The mob fell silent. The ranks parted, and SilverSides stepped to the fore. The robot’s skin flashed and glowed like flaming chrome in the orange torchlight.
“Robot!” Avery shouted. “You have violated the First Law! You threaten harm to humans!”
The crowd began to chant again, but SilverSides waved a paw to silence them. “Avery!” she shouted back. “This is not your world! You are not wanted here! Your very presence prevents this city from adapting to the needs of the kin. Only your departure can permit it to learn what it must. ” The kin could not have understood what she said, but they howled in support anyway. “Leave now and no harm will come to you!”
The crowd fell silent as Avery raised the laser and pointed it straight at SilverSides’ head. “Stand clear of the natives, robot,” he said in a voice as cold and deep as Death. “You are a rogue and I intend to destroy you. ”
Their glares interlocked. For the first time, Avery realized that he was facing a will as strong as his own, and he began to feel sweat and raw fear.
“Destroy me,” SilverSides said softly, “and you are all dead. It’s my word alone that keeps the kin from ripping you to pieces where you stand. ”
For a moment, they were a frozen tableau: Avery on the balcony, holding the laser, surrounded by fear-stricken Derec, Wolruf, and Eve; SilverSides in the street below, glaring at Avery with naked defiance, three hundred angry faces dancing in the torchlight behind her.
They were still trying to stare each other down when the hyperwave pulse bomb went off.
As kinetic weapons go, it wasn’t much. Just a small airburst in the troposphere, about two miles above the city. All that Avery, Wolruf, and the kin saw was a tiny point of light that flared and was gone long before the gentle pop of its detonation reached their ears.
To anyone equipped with a commlink, though, it was a deafening flash of colorless light and a blinding shriek of silent noise that jangled every synapse in his entire nervous system. Across the city, all the lights flickered and went out for a fraction of a second. Thousands of robots ground to a halt. SilverSides and Eve simply locked up, frozen in place.