‘From the very nature of the experiment,’ shouted the Board Master angrily. ‘The original planners wanted as nearly a completely closed system as possible. Here they are, just as far off the trade routes as possible, in a thinly populated region of space. The whole idea was to have the robots develop free of interference.’
Murry smiled. ‘I disagree with you there. Look, the whole trouble with you is that you’re a theoretical man. You look at things the way they ought to be and I, a practical man, look at things as they are. No experiment can be set up and allowed to run indefinitely under its own power. It is taken for granted that somewhere there is at least an observer who watches and modifies as circumstances warrant.’
‘Well?’ said the Board Master stolidly.
‘Well, the observers in this experiment, the original psychologists of Dorlis, passed away with the First Confederation, and for fifteen thousand years the experiment has proceeded by itself. Little errors have added up and become big ones and introduced alien factors which induced still other errors. It’s a geometric progression. And there’s been no one to halt it.’
‘Pure hypothesis.’
‘Maybe. But you’re interested only in the robot world, and I’ve got to think of the entire Federation.’
‘And just what possible danger can the robot world be to the Federation? I don’t know what in Arcturus you’re driving at, man.’
Murry sighed. ‘I’ll be simple, but don’t blame me if I sound melodramatic. The Federation hasn’t had any internal warfare for centuries. What will happen if we come into contact with these robots?’
‘Are you afraid of one world?’
‘Could be. What about their science? Robots can do funny things sometimes.’
‘What science can they have? They’re not metal-electricity supermen. They’re weak protoplasmic creatures, a poor imitation of actual humanity, built around a positronic brain adjusted to a set of simplified human psychological laws. If the word ‘robot’ is scaring you – ‘
‘No, it isn’t, but I’ve talked to Theor Realo. He’s the only one who’s seen them, you know.’
The Board Master cursed silently and fluently. It came of letting a weak-minded freak of a layman get underfoot where he could babble and do harm.
He said, ‘We’ve got Realo’s full story, and we’ve evaluated it fully and capably. I assure you, no harm exists in them. The experiment is so thoroughly academic, I wouldn’t spend two days on it if it weren’t for the broad scope of the thing. From what we see, the whole idea was to build up a positronic brain containing modifications of one or two of the fundamental axioms. We haven’t worked out the details, but they must be minor, as it was the first experiment of this nature ever tried, and even the great mythical psychologists of that day had to progress stepwise. Those robots, I tell you, are neither supermen nor beasts. I assure you – as a psychologist.’
‘Sorry! I’m a psychologist, too. A little more rule-of-thumb, I’m afraid. That’s all. But even little modifications! Take the general spirit of combativeness. That isn’t the scientific term, but I’ve no patience for that. You know what I mean. We humans used to be combative. But it’s being bred out of us. A stable political and economic system doesn’t encourage the waste energy of combat. It’s not a survival factor. But suppose the robots are combative. Suppose as the result of a wrong tum during the millennia they’ve been unwatched, they’ve become far more combative than ever their first makers intended. They’d be uncomfortable things to be with.’
‘And suppose all the stars in the Galaxy became novae at the same time. Let’s really start worrying.’
‘And there’s another point.’ Murry ignored the other’s heavy sarcasm. ‘Theor Realo liked those robots. He liked robots better than he likes real people. He felt that he fitted there, and we all know he’s been a bad misfit in his own world.’
‘And what,’ asked the Board Master, ‘is the significance of that?’
‘You don’t see it?’ Wynne Murry lifted his eyebrows. ‘Theor Realo likes those robots because he is like them, obviously. I’ll guarantee right now that a complete psychic analysis of Theor Realo will show a modification of several fundamental axioms;’ and the same ones as in the robots.
‘And,’ the secretary drove on without a pause, ‘Theor Realo worked for a quarter of a century to prove a point, when all science would have laughed him to death if they had known about it. There’s fanaticism there; good, honest, inhuman perseverance. Those robots are probably like that!’
‘You’re advancing no logic. You’re arguing like a maniac, like a moon-struck idiot.’
‘I don’t need strict mathematical proof. Reasonable doubt is sufficient. I’ve got to protect the Federation. Look, it is reasonable, you know. The psychologists of Dorlis weren’t as super as all that. They had to advance stepwise, as you yourself pointed out. Their humanoids – let’s not call them robots-were only imitations of human beings and they couldn’t be good ones. Humans possess certain very, very complicated reaction systems – things like social consciousness, and a tendency toward the establishment of ethical systems; and more ordinary things like chivalry, generosity, fair play and so on, that simply can’t possibly be duplicated. I don’t think those humanoids can have them. But they must have perseverance, which practically implies stubbornness and combativeness, if my notion on Theor Realo holds good. Well, if their science is anywhere at all, then I don’t want to have them running loose in the Galaxy, if our numbers are a thousand or million times theirs. And I don’t intend to permit them to do so!’
The Board Master’s face was rigid. ‘What are your immediate intentions?’
‘As yet undecided. But I think I am going to organize a small-scale landing on the planet.’
‘Now, wait.’ The old psychologist was up and around the desk. He seized the secretary’s elbow. ‘Are you quite certain you know what you’re doing? The potentialities in this massive experiment are beyond any possible precalculation by you or me. You can’t know what you’re destroying.’
‘I know. Do you think I enjoy what I’m doing? This isn’t a hero’s job. I’m enough of a psychologist to want to know what’s going on, but I’ve been sent here to protect the Federation, and to the best of my ability I intend doing it-and a dirty job it is. But I can’t help it.’
‘You can’t have thought it out. What can you know of the insight it will give us into the basic ideas of psychology? This will amount to a fusion of two Galactic systems, that will send us to heights that will make up in knowledge and power a million times the amount of harm the robots could ever do, if they were metal-electricity supermen.’
The secretary shrugged. ‘Now you’re the one that is playing with faint possibilities.’
‘Listen, I’ll make a deal. Blockade them. Isolate them with your ships.
Mount guards. But don’t touch them. Give us more time. Give us a chance. You must!’
‘I’ve thought of that. But I would have to get Congress to agree to that. It would be expensive, you know.’
The Board Master flung himself into his chair in wild impatience. ‘What kind of expense are you talking about? Do you realize the nature of the repayment if we succeed?’
Murry considered; then, with a half smile, ‘What if they develop interstellar travel?’
The Board Master said quickly, ‘Then I’ll withdraw my objections.’ The secretary rose, ‘I’ll have it out with Congress.’
Brand Gorla’s face was carefully emotionless as he watched the Board Master’s stooped back. The cheerful pep talks to the available members of the expedition lacked meat, and he listened to them impatiently.
He said, ‘What are we going to do now?’
The Board Master’s shoulders twitched and he didn’t turn. ‘I’ve sent for Them· Realo. That little fool left for the Eastern Continent last week – ‘
‘Why?’
The older man blazed at the interruption. ‘How can I understand anything that freak does! Don’t you see that Murry’s right? He’s a psychic abnormality. We had no business leaving him unwatched. If I had ever thought of looking at him twice, I wouldn’t have. He’s coming back now, though, and he’s going to stay back.’ His voice fell to a mumble. ‘Should have been back two hours ago.’
‘It’s an impossible position, sir,’ said Brand, flatly.
