‘And haven’t you?’
‘We were told exactly what to look for.’
‘Yes?’
‘In short, Mr Byerley, and not to put too fine a point on it, we were told to search you.’
‘Me?’ said the prosecutor with a broadening smile. ‘And how do you intend to do that?’
‘We have a Penet-radiation unit—’
‘Then I’m to have my X-ray photograph taken, hey? You have the authority?’
‘You saw my warrant.’
‘May I see it again?’
Harroway, his forehead shining with considerably more than mere enthusiasm, passed it over a second time.
Byerley said evenly, ‘I read here as the description of what you are to search; I quote: ‘the dwelliqg place belonging to Stephen Allen Byerley, located at 355 Willow Grove, Evanstron, together with any garage, storehouse or other structures or buildings thereto appertaining, together with all grounds thereto appertaining’ . . . um . . . and so on. Quite in order. But, my good man, it doesn’t say anything about searching my interior. I am not part of the premises. You may search my clothes if you think I’ve got a robot hidden in my pocket.’
Harroway had no doubt on the point of to whom he owed his job. He did not propose to be backward, given a chance to earn a much better – i.e., more highly paid – job.
He said, in a faint echo of bluster, ‘Look here. I’m allowed to search the furniture in your house, and anything else I find in it. You are in it, aren’t you?’
‘A remarkable observation. I am in it. But I’m not a piece of furniture. As a citizen of adult responsibility – I have the psychiatric certificate proving that – I have certain rights under the Regional Articles. Searching me would come under the heading of violating my Right of Privacy. That paper isn’t sufficient.’
‘Sure, but if you’re a robot, you don’t have Right of Privacy.’
‘True enough – but that paper still isn’t sufficient. It recognizes me implicitly as a human being.’ ‘Where?’ Harroway snatched at it.
‘Where it says ‘the dwelling place belonging to’ and so on. A robot cannot own property. And you may tell your employer, Mr Harroway, that if he tries to issue a similar paper which does not implicitly recognize me as a human being, he will be immediately faced with a restraining injunction and a civil suit which will make it necessary for him to prove me a robot by means of information now in his possession, or else to pay a whopping penalty for an attempt to deprive me unduly of my Rights under the Regional Articles. You’ll tell him that, won’t you?’
Harroway marched to the door. He turned. ‘You’re a slick lawyer—’ His hand was in his pocket. For a short moment, he stood there. Then he left, smiled in the direction of the ‘visor scanner, still playing away – waved to the reporters, and shouted, ‘We’ll have something for you tomorrow, boys. No kidding.’
In his ground car, he settled back, removed the tiny mechanism from his pocket and carefully inspected it. It was the first time he had ever taken a photograph by X-ray reflection. He hoped he had done it correctly.
Quinn and Byerley had never met face-to-face alone. But visorphone was pretty close to it. In fact, accepted literally, perhaps the phrase was accurate, even if to each, the other were merely the light and dark pattern of a bank of photocells.
It was Quinn who had initiated the call. It was Quinn, who spoke first, and without particular ceremony, ‘Thought you would like to know, Byerley, that I intend to make public the fact that you’re wearing a protective shield against Penet-radiation.’
‘That so? In that case, you’ve probably already made it public. I have a notion our enterprising press representatives have been tapping my various communication lines for quite a while. I know they have my office lines full of holes; which is why I’ve dug in at my home these last weeks.’ Byerley was friendly, almost chatty.
Quinn’s lips tightened slightly, ‘This call is shielded – thoroughly. I’m making it at a certain personal risk.’
‘So I should imagine. Nobody knows you’re behind this campaign. At least, nobody knows it officially. Nobody doesn’t know it unofficially. I wouldn’t worry. So I wear a protective shield? I suppose you found that out when your puppy dog’s Penet-radiation photograph, the other day, turned out to be overexposed.’
‘You realize, Byerley, that it would be pretty obvious to everyone that you don’t dare face X-ray analysis.’
‘Also that you, or your men, attempted illegal invasion of my Rights of Privacy.’
‘The devil they’ll care for that.’
‘They might. It’s rather symbolic of our two campaigns, isn’t it? You have little concern with the rights of the individual citizen. I have great concern. I will not submit to X-ray analysis, because I wish to maintain my Rights on principle. Just as I’ll maintain the rights of others when elected.’
‘That will no doubt make a very interesting speech, but no one will believe you. A little too high-sounding to be true. Another thing,’ a sudden, crisp change, ‘the personnel in your home was not complete the other night.’
‘In what way?’
‘According to the report,’ he shuffled papers before him that were just within the range of vision of the visiplate, ‘there was one person missing – a cripple.’
‘As you say,’ said Byerley, tonelessly, ‘a cripple. My old teacher, who lives with me and who is now in the country-and has been for two months. A ‘much-needed rest’ is the usual expression applied in the case. He has your permission?’
‘Your teacher? A scientist of sorts?’
‘A lawyer once – before he was a cripple. He has a government license as a research biophysicist, with a laboratory of his own, and a complete description of the work he’s doing filed with the proper authorities, to whom I can refer you. The work is minor, but is a harmless and engaging hobby for a – poor cripple. I am being as helpful as I can, you see.’
‘I see. And what does this . . . teacher . . . know about robot manufacture?’
‘I couldn’t judge the extent of his knowledge in a field with which I am unacquainted.’
‘He wouldn’t have access to positronic brains?’
‘Ask your friends at U. S. Robots. They’d be the ones to know.’
‘I’ll put it shortly, Byerley. Your crippled teacher is the real Stephen Byerley. You are his robot creation. We can prove it. It was he who was in the automobile accident, not you. There will be ways of checking the records.’
‘Really? Do so, then. My best wishes.’
