Daneel Olivaw 2 - The Naked Sun

by Isaac Asimov

  “What are those older children doing?” asked Baley. He pointed at a group of isolated youngsters standing to one side.

  “They’re viewing. They’re not in a state of personal presence. By viewing, they can walk together, talk together, race together, play together. Anything except physical contact.”

  “Where do children go when they leave here?”

  “To estates of their own. The number of deaths is, on the average, equal to the number of graduations.”

  “To their parents’ estates?”

  “Skies above, no! It would be an amazing coincidence, wouldn’t it, to have a parent die just as a child is of age. No, the children take any one that falls vacant. I don’t know that any of them would be particularly happy, anyway, living in a mansion that once belonged to their parents, supposing, of course, they knew who their parents were.”

  “Don’t they?”

  She raised her eyebrows. “Why should they?”

  “Don’t parents visit their children here?”

  “What a mind you have. Why should they want to?”

  Baley said, “Do you mind if I clear up a point for myself? Is it bad manners to ask a person if they have had children?”

  “It’s an intimate question, wouldn’t you say?”

  “In a way.”

  “I’m hardened. Children are my business. Other people aren’t.”

  Baley said, “Have you any children?”

  Klorissa’s Adam’s apple made a soft but clearly visible motion in her throat as she swallowed. “I deserve that, I suppose. And you deserve an answer. I haven’t.”

  “Are you married?”

  “Yes, and I have an estate of my own and I would be there but for the emergency here. I’m just not confident of being able to control all the robots if I’m not here in person.”

  She turned away unhappily, and then pointed. “Now there’s one of them gone tumbling and of course he’s crying.”

  A robot was running with great space-devouring strides.

  Klorissa said, “He’ll be picked up and cuddled and if there’s any real damage, I’ll be called in.” She added nervously, “I hope I don’t have to be.”

  Baley took a deep breath. He noted three trees forming a small triangle fifty feet to the left. He walked in that direction, the grass soft and loathsome under his shoes, disgusting in its softness (like walking through corrupting flesh, and he nearly retched at the thought).

  He was among them, his back against one trunk. It was almost like being surrounded by imperfect walls. The sun was only a wavering series of flitters through the leaves, so disconnected as almost to be robbed of horror.

  Klorissa faced him from the path, then slowly shortened the distance by half.

  “Mind if I stay here awhile?” asked Baley.

  “Go ahead,” said Klorissa.

  Baley said, “Once the youngsters graduate out of the farm, how do you get them to court one another?”

  “Court?”

  “Get to know one another,” said Baley, vaguely wondering how the thought could be expressed safely, “so they can marry.”

  “That’s not their problem,” said Klorissa. “They’re matched by gene analysis, usually when they are quite young. That’s the sensible way, isn’t it?”

  “Are they always willing?”

  “To be married? They never are! It’s a very traumatic process. At first they have to grow accustomed to one another, and a little bit of seeing each day, once the initial queasiness is gone, can do wonders.”

  “What if they don’t like their partner?”

  “What? If the gene analysis indicates a partnership what difference does it—-”

  “I understand,” said Baley hastily. He thought of Earth and sighed.

  Klorissa said, “Is there anything else you would like to know?”

  Baley wondered if there were anything to be gained from a longer stay. He would not be sorry to be done with Klorissa and fetal engineering so that he might pass on to the next stage.

  He had opened his mouth to say as much, when Klorissa called out at some object far off, “You, child, you there! What are you doing?” Then, over her shoulder: “Earthman! Baley! Watch out! Watch out!”

  Baley scarcely heard her. He responded to the note of urgency in her voice. The nervous effort that held his emotions taut snapped wide and he flamed into panic. All the terror of the open air and the endless vault of heaven broke in upon him.

  Baley gibbered. He heard himself mouth meaningless sounds and felt himself fall to his knees and slowly roll over to his side as though he were watching the process from a distance.

  Also from a distance he heard the sighing hum piercing the air above him and ending with a sharp thwack.

  Baley closed his eyes and his fingers clutched a thin tree root that skimmed the surface of the ground and his nails burrowed into dirt.

  He opened his eyes (it must only have been moments after). Klorissa was scolding sharply at a youngster who remained at a distance. A robot, silent, stood closer to Klorissa. Baley had only time to notice the youngster held a stringed object in his hand before his eyes sheered away.

  Breathing heavily, Baley struggled to his feet. He stared at the shaft of glistening metal that remained in the trunk of the tree against which he had been standing. He pulled at it and it came out readily. It had not penetrated far. He looked at the point but did not touch it. It was blunted, but it would have sufficed to tear his skin had he not dropped when he did.

  It took him two tries to get his legs moving. He took a step toward Klorissa and called. “You. Youngster.”

  Klorissa turned, her face flushed. She said, “It was an accident. Are you hurt?”

  “No! What is this thing?”

  “It’s an arrow. It is fired by a bow, which makes a taut string do the work.”

  “Like this,” called the youngster impudently, and he shot another arrow into the air, then burst out laughing. He had light hair and a lithe body.

  Klorissa said, “You will be disciplined. Now leave!”

  “Wait, wait,” cried Baley. He rubbed his knee where a rock had caught and bruised him as he had fallen. “I have some questions. What is your name?”

  “Bik,” he said carelessly.

  “Did you shoot that arrow at me, Bik?”

  “That’s right,” said the boy.

  “Do you realize you would have hit me if I hadn’t been warned in time to duck?”

  Bik shrugged. “I was aiming to hit.”

  Klorissa spoke hurriedly. “You must let me explain. Archery is an encouraged sport. It is competitive without requiring contact. We have contests among the boys using viewing only. Now I’m afraid some of the boys will aim at robots. It amuses them and it doesn’t hurt the robots. I’m the only adult human on the estate and when the boy saw you, he must have assumed you were a robot.”

  Baley listened. His mind was clearing, and the natural dourness of his long face intensified. He said, “Bik, did you think I was a robot?”

  “No,” said the youngster. “You’re an Earthman.”

  “All right. Go now.”

  Bik turned and raced off whistling. Baley turned to the robot. “You! How did the youngster know I was an Earthman, or weren’t you with him when he shot?”

  “I was with him, master. I told him you were an Earthman.”

  “Did you tell him what an Earthman was?”

  “Yes, master.”

  “What is an Earthman?”

  “An inferior sort of human that ought not to be allowed on Solaria because he breeds disease, master.”

  “And who told you that, boy?”

  The robot maintained silence.

  Baley said, “Do you know who told you?”

  “I do not, master. It is in my memory store.”

  “So you told the boy I was a disease-breeding inferior and he immediately shot at me. Why didn’t you stop him?”

  “I would have, master. I would not have allowed
harm to come to a human, even an Earthman. He moved too quickly and I was not fast enough.”

  “Perhaps you thought I was just an Earthman, not completely a human, and hesitated a bit.”

  “No, master.”

  It was said with quiet calm, but Baley’s lips quirked grimly. The robot might deny it in all faith, but Baley felt that was exactly the factor involved.

  Baley said, “What were you doing with the boy?”

  “I was carrying his arrows, master.”

  “May I see them?”

  He held out his hand. The robot approached and delivered a dozen of them. Baley put the original arrow, the one that had hit the tree, carefully at his feet, and looked the others over one by one. He handed them back and lifted the original arrow again.

  He said, “Why did you give this particular arrow to the boy?”

  “No reason, master. He had asked for an arrow some time earlier and this was the one my hand touched first. He looked about for a target, then noticed you and asked who the strange human was. I explained——”

  “I know what you explained. This arrow you handed him is the only one with gray vanes at the rear. The others have black vanes.”

  The robot simply stared.

  Baley said, “Did you guide the youngster here?”

  “We walked randomly, master.”

  The Earthman looked through the gap between two trees through which the arrow had hurled itself toward its mark. He said, “Would it happen, by any chance, that this youngster, Bik, was the best archer you have here?”

  The robot bent his head. “He is the best, master.”

  Klorissa gaped. “How did you ever come to guess that?”

  “It follows,” said Baley dryly. “Now please observe this gray-vaned arrow and the others. The gray-vaned arrow is the only one that seems oily at the point. I’ll risk melodrama, ma’am, by saying that your warning saved my life. This arrow that missed me is poisoned.”

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  A ROBOTICIST IS CONFRONTED

  Klorissa said, “Impossible! Skies above, absolutely impossible!”

  “Above or below or any way you wish it. Is there an animal on the farm that’s expendable? Get it and scratch it with the arrow and see what happens.”

  “But why should anyone want to——”

  Baley said harshly, “I know why. The question is, who?”

  “No one.”

  Baley felt the dizziness returning and he grew savage. He threw the arrow at her and she eyed the spot where it fell.

  “Pick it up,” Baley cried, “and if you don’t want to test it, destroy it. Leave it there and you’ll have an accident if the children get at it.”

  She picked it up hurriedly, holding it between forefinger and thumb.

  Baley ran for the nearest entrance to the building and Klorissa was still holding the arrow, gingerly, when she followed him back indoors.

  Baley felt a certain measure of equanimity return with the comfort of enclosure. He said, “Who poisoned the arrow?”

  “I can’t imagine.”

  “I suppose it isn’t likely the boy did it himself. Would you have any way of telling who his parents were?”

  “We could check the records,” said Klorissa gloomily.

  “Then you do keep records of relationships?”

  “We have to for gene analysis.”

  “Would the youngster know who his parents were?”

  “Never,” said Klorissa energetically.

  “Would he have any way of finding out?”

  “He would have to break into the records room. Impossible.”

  “Suppose an adult visited the estate and wanted to know who his child was——”

  Klorissa flushed. “Very unlikely.”

  “But suppose. Would he be told if he were to ask?”

  “I don’t know. It isn’t exactly illegal for him to know. It certainly isn’t customary.”

  “Would you tell him?”

  “I’d try not to. I know Dr. Delmarre wouldn’t have. He believed knowledge of relationship was for gene analysis only. Before him things may have been looser.… Why do you ask all this, anyway?”

  “I don’t see how the youngster could have a motive on his own account. I thought that through his parents he might have.”

  “This is all horrible.” In her disturbed state of mind Klorissa approached more closely than at any previous time. She even stretched out an arm in his direction. “How can it all be happening? The boss killed; you nearly killed. We have no motives for violence on Solaria. We all have all we can want, so there is no personal ambition. We have no knowledge of relationship, so there is no family ambition. We are all in good genetic health.”

  Her face cleared all at once. “Wait. This arrow can’t be poisoned. I shouldn’t let you convince me it is.”

  “Why have you suddenly decided that?”

  “The robot with Bik. He would never have allowed poison. It’s inconceivable that he could have done anything that might bring harm to a human being. The First Law of Robotics makes sure of that.”

  Baley said, “Does it? What is the First Law, I wonder?”

  Klorissa stared blankly. “What do you mean?”

  “Nothing. You have the arrow tested and you will find it poisoned.” Baley himself was scarcely interested in the matter. He knew it for poison beyond any internal questionings. He said, “Do you still believe Mrs. Delmarre to have been guilty of her husband’s death?”

  “She was the only one present.”

  “I see. And you are the only other human adult present on this estate at a time when I have just been shot at with a poisoned arrow.”

  She cried energetically, “I had nothing to do with it.”

  “Perhaps not. And perhaps Mrs. Delmarre is innocent as well. May I use your viewing apparatus?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  Baley knew exactly whom he intended to view and it was not Gladia. It came as a surprise to himself then to hear his voice say, “Get Gladia Delmarre.”

  The robot obeyed without comment, and Baley watched the manipulations with astonishment, wondering why he had given the order.

  Was it that the girl had just been the subject of discussion, or was it that he had been a little disturbed over the manner of the end of their last viewing, or was it simply the sight of the husky, almost overpoweringly practical figure of Klorissa that finally enforced the necessity of a glimpse of Gladia as a kind of counterirritant?

  He thought defensively: Jehoshaphat! Sometimes a man has to play things by ear.

  She was there before him all at once, sitting in a large, upright chair that made her appear smaller and more defenseless than ever. Her hair was drawn back and bound into a loose coil. She wore pendant earrings bearing gems that looked like diamonds. Her dress was a simple affair that clung tightly at the waist.

  She said in a low voice, “I’m glad you viewed, Elijah. I’ve been trying to reach you.”

  “Good morning, Gladia.” (Afternoon? Evening? He didn’t know Gladia’s time and he couldn’t tell from the manner in which she was dressed what time it might be.) “Why have you been trying to reach me?”

  “To tell you I was sorry I had lost my temper last time we viewed. Mr. Olivaw didn’t know where you were to be reached.”

  Baley had a momentary vision of Daneel still bound fast by the overseeing robots and almost smiled. He said, “That’s all right. In a few hours, I’ll be seeing you.”

  “Of course, if——Seeing me?”

  “Personal presence,” said Baley gravely.

  Her eyes grew wide and her fingers dug into the smooth plastic of the chair arms. “Is there any reason for that?”

  “It is necessary.”

  “I don’t think——”

  “Would you allow it?”

  She looked away. “Is it absolutely necessary?”

  “It is. First, though, there is someone else I must see. Your husband was interested in robots. You told me that, and I have
heard it from other sources, but he wasn’t a roboticist, was he?”

  “That wasn’t his training, Elijah.” She still avoided his eyes.

  “But he worked with a roboticist, didn’t he?”

  “Jothan Leebig,” she said at once. “He’s a good friend of mine.”

  “He is?” said Baley energetically.

  Gladia looked startled. “Shouldn’t I have said that?”

  “Why not, if it’s the truth?”

  “I’m always afraid that I’ll say things that will make me seem as though——You don’t know what it’s like when everyone is sure you’ve done something.”

  “Take it easy. How is it that Leebig is a friend of yours?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. He’s in the next estate, for one thing. Viewing energy is just about nil, so we can just view all the time in free motion with hardly any trouble. We go on walks together all the time; or we did, anyway.”

  “I didn’t know you could go on walks together with anyone.”

  Gladia flushed. “I said viewing. Oh well, I keep forgetting you’re an Earthman. Viewing in free motion means we focus on ourselves and we can go anywhere we want to without losing contact. I walk on my estate and he walks on his and we’re together.” She held her chin high. “It can be pleasant.”

  Then, suddenly, she giggled. “Poor Jothan.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “I was thinking of you thinking we walked together without viewing. He’d die if he thought anyone could think that.”

  “Why?”

  “He’s terrible that way. He told me that when he was five years old he stopped seeing people. Insisted on viewing only. Some children are like that. Rikaine”—she paused in confusion, then went on—“Rikaine, my husband, once told me, when I talked about Jothan, that more and more children would be like that too. He said it was a kind of social evolution that favored survival of pro-viewing. Do you think that’s so?”

  “I’m no authority,” said Baley.

  “Jothan won’t even get married. Rikaine was angry with him, told him he was anti-social and that he had genes that were necessary in the common pool, but Jothan just refused to consider it.”