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Robots of Dawn

By Isaac Asimov

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First edit 9/19/01

•E•E1. BALEY

Elijah Baley found himself in the shade of the tree and muttered to him, self, "I knew it. I'm sweating."

He paused, straightened up, wiped the perspiration from his brow with the back of his hand, then looked

dourly at the moisture that covered it.

"I hate sweating," he said to no one throwing it out as a cosmic, law. And once again he felt annoyance

with the Universe for making something both essential and unpleasant.

One never perspired (unless one wished to, of course) in the City, where temperature and humidity were

absolutely controlled and where it was never absolutely necessary for the body to perform in ways that

made heat production greater than' heat removal.

Now that was civilized.

He looked out into the field, where a straggle of men and women were, more or less, in his charge. They

were mostly youngsters in their late teens, but included some middle-aged people like himself. They were

hoeing inexpertly and doing a variety of other things that robots were designed1to do-and could do much

more efficiently had they not been ordered to stand aside and wait while the human beings stubbornly

practiced.

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There were clouds in the sky and the sun, at the moment, was going behind one of them. He looked up

uncertainly, On the one hand, it meant the, direct heat of the sun (and, the sweating) would be cut down.

On the other hand, was there a chance of rain?

That was the trouble with the Outside. One teetered forever between unpleasant alternatives.

It always amazed Baley that a relatively small cloud could cover the sun completely, darkening Earth

from horizon to horizon yet leaving most of the sky blue.

He stood beneath the leafy canopy of the tree (a kind of primitive wall and ceiling, with the solidity of the

bark comforting to the touch) and looked again at the group, studying it. Once a week they were out

there, whatever the weather.

They were gaining recruits, too. They were definitely more in number than the stout-hearted few who

had started out. The City government, if not an actual partner in the endeavor, was benign enough to

raise no obstacles.

To the horizon on Baley's right-eastward, as one could tell by the position of the late-afternoon sun-he

could see the blunt, many-fingered domes of the City, enclosing all that made life worthwhile. He saw, as

well, a small moving speck that was too far off to be made out clearly.

From its manner of motion and from indications too subtle to describe, Baley was quite sure it was a

robot, but that did -not surprise him. The Earth's surface, outside the Cities, was the domain of robots,

not of human beings-except, for those few, like himself, who were dreaming of the stars.

Automatically, his eyes turned back toward the hoeing star dreamers and went from one to the other. He

could identify and name each one. All working, all learning how, to endure the Outside, and

He frowned and muttered in a low voice, "Where's Bentley?"

And another voice, sounding behind with a somewhat breathless exuberance, said, "Here I am, Dad."

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Baley whirled. "Don't do that, Ben."

"Do what?"

"Sneak up on me like that. It's hard enough trying to keep my equilibrium in the Outside without my

having to worry about surprises, too."

"I wasn't trying to surprise you. It's tough to make much noise walking. on the grass. One can't help that.

-But don't you think you ought to go in, Dad? You've been out two hours now and I think you've had

enough."

"Why? Because I'm forty-five and you're a punk kid of nineteen? You think you have to take care of

your decrepit father, do you?"

Ben said, "Yes, I guess that's it. And a bit of good detective work on your part, too. You cut right

through to the nub."

Ben smiled broadly. His face was round, his eyes sparkling. There was a lot of Jessie in him, Baley

thought, a lot of -his mother. There was little trace of the length and solemnity of Baley's own face.

And yet Ben had his father's way of thinking. He could at times furrow into a grave solemnity that made

it quite clear that he was of perfectly legitimate origin.

"I'm doing very well," said Baley.

"You are, Dad. You're the best of us, considering-" "Considering what?"

"Your age, of course. And I'm not forgetting that you're the one who started this. Still, I saw you take

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cover under the tree and I thought-well, maybe the old man has had enough."

"I'll 'old man' you," said Baley- * The, robot he had noted in the direction of the City was now close

enough to be made out clearly, but Baley dismissed it as unimportant. He said, "It makes sense to get

under a tree once in a while when the sun's too bright. We've got to learn to use the advantages of the

Outside, as well as learning to bear its disadvantages. -And there's the sun coming out from behind that

cloud."

"Yes, it will do that. -Well, then, don't you want to go in?"

"I can stick it out.' Once a week, I have an afternoon off and I spend it here. That's my privilege. It goes

with my C-7 rating."

"It's not a question of privilege, Dad. It's a question of getting overtired."

"I feel fine, I tell you."

"Sure. And when you get home, you'll go straight to bed' and lie in the dark."

"Natural antidote to overbrightness."

"And Mom worries."

"Well, let her worry. It will do her good. Besides, what's the harm in being out here? The worst part is

sweat, but I just have to get used to it. I can't run away from it. When I started, I couldn't even' walk this

far from the City without having to turn back-and you were the only one with me. Now look at how

many we've got and how far I can come without trouble. I can do plenty of work, too. I can last an offier

hour easy. I tell you, Ben, it would do your mother good to come out here herself."

"Who? Mom? Surely you jest."

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"Some jest. When the time comes to take off, I won't be able to go along-because she won't."

"And you'll be glad of it. Don't kid yourself, Dad. It won't, be for quite a while-and if you're not too old

now, you'll be too old then. It's going to be a game for young people."

"You know," said Baley, half-balling his fist, "you are such a wise guy with your "young people.' Have

you ever been off Earth? Have any of those people in the field been off Earth? I have. Two years ago.

That was before I had any of this acclimatization-and I survived."

"I know, Dad, but that was briefly, and in the line of duty, and you were taken care of in a going society.

It's not the same"

"It, was the same," said Baley stubbornly, knowing in his heart that it wasn't. "And it won't take us so

long to be able to leave. If I could get permission to go to Aurora, we could get this act off the ground."

"Forget it. It's not going to happen that easily."

"We've got to try. The government won't let us go without Aurora giving us the go-ahead. It's the largest

and strongest of the Spacer worlds and what, it says----'

"Goes! I know. We've all talked this over a million times. But you don't have to go there to get

permission. There are such things as hyper-relays. You can talk to them from here. I've said that any

number of times before."

"It's not the same. We'll need face-to-face contact-and I've said that any number of times before."

"In any case' ' " said Ben, "we're not ready yet."

"We're not ready because Earth won't give us the ships. The Spacers will, together with the necessary

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technical help."

"Such faith! Why should the Spacers do it? When did they start feeling kindly toward us short-lived

Earthpeople?"

"If I could talk to them---'

Ben laughed. "Come on, Dad. You just want to go to Aurora, to see that woman again."

Baley frowned and his eyebrows beetled over his deep-set eyes. "Woman? Jehoshaphat, Ben, what are

you talking about?"

"Now, Dad, just-between us-and not a word to Mom what did happen with that woman on Solaria? I'm

old enough. You can tell me."

"What woman on Solaria?"

"How can you look at me and deny any knowledge of the woman everyone on, Earth saw in the

hyperwave dramatization? Gladia Delmarre. That woman!"

"Nothing happened. That hyperwave thing was nonsense. I've told you that a thousand times. She didn't

look that way. I didn't look that way. It was all made up and you know it was produced over my

protests, just because the government thought it would put Earth in a good light, with the Spacers.' -And

you make sure you don't imply anything different to your mother."

"Wouldn't dream of it. Still, this Gladia went to Aurora and you keep wanting to go there, too."

"Are you trying to tell me that you honestly think the reason I want to go to Aurora- Oh, Jehoshaphat!"

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His son's eyebrows raised. "What's the matter?"

"The robot. That's R. Geronimo."

"Who?"

"One of our Department messenger robots. And it's out here! I'm off-time and I deliberately left my

receiver at home because I didn't want them to get at me. That's my privilege and yet they send for me by

robot."

"How do you know it's' coming to you, Dad?"

"By very clever deduction-One: there's no one else here, who has any connection with the Police

Department; and two: that miserable thing is heading right toward me. From that I deduce that it wants

me. I should get on the other side of the tree and stay there."

"It's not a wall, Dad. The robot can walk around the tree."

And the robot called out, "Master Baley, I have a message for you. You are wanted at Headquarters."

The robot stopped, waited, then said again, "Master Baley," I have a message for you. You are wanted

at Headquarters'.

"I hear and understand," Baley said tonelessly. He had to say that or the robot would have continued to

repeat.

Baley frowned slightly as he studied the robot. It was a new model, a little more humaniform, than the

older models were. It had been uncrated and activated only a month before and with some degree of

fanfare. The government was always trying for something anything-that might produce more acceptance

of robots.

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It had a grayish surface with a dull finish and a somewhat resilient touch (perhaps like soft leather). The

facial expression, while largely changeless, was not quite as idiotic as that of most robots. It was, though,

in actual fact, quite as idiotic, mentally, as all the rest.

For a moment, Baley thought of R. Daneel Olivaw, the Spacer robot, who had been on two assignments

with him, one on Earth and one on Solaria, and whom he had last encountered when Daneel had

consulted him in the mirror-image case. Daneel was a robot who was so human that Baley could treat

him as a friend and could still miss him, even now. If all robots were like that

Baley said, "This is my day off, boy. There is no necessity for me to go to Headquarters."

R. Geronimo paused. There was a trifling vibration in his, hands. Baley noticed that and was quite aware

that it meant a certain amount of conflict in the robot's positronic pathways.' They had to obey human

beings, but it was quite common for two human beings to want two different types of obedience.

The robot made a choice. It said, "It is your day off, master. -You are wanted at Headquarters."

Ben said uneasily, "If they want you, Dad----',

Baley shrugged. "Don't be fooled, Ben. If they really wanted me badly, they'd have sent an enclosed car

and probably used a human volunteer, instead of ordering a robot to do the walking and irritate me with

one of its messages."

Ben shook his head. "I don't think so, Dad. They wouldn't know where you were or how long it would

take to find you. I don't think they would want to send a human being on an uncertain search.

"Yes? Well, -let's see how strong, the order is. -R. Geronimo, go back to Headquarters and tell them I'll

be at work at 0900." Then I sharply, "Go back! That's an order!

The robot hesitated perceptibly, then turned, moved away, turned again, made an attempt to come back

toward Baley, and finally remained in one spot, its whole body vibrating.

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Baley recognized it for what it was and muttered to Ben, "I may have to go. Jehoshaphat!"

What was troubling the robot, was what the roboticists called an equipotential of contradiction on the

second level. Obedience was the Second Law and R. Geronimo was now suffering from two roughly

equal and contradictory orders. Robot-block was what the general population called it or, more

frequently, roblock for short.

Slowly, the robot turned. Its original order was the stronger, but not by much, so that its voice was

slurred. "Master, I was told you might say that. If so I was to say- 1 --2" It paused, then added hoarsely,

"I was to say-if you are alone."

Baley nodded curtly to his son and Ben didn't wait. He y

Knew when his father was Dad and when he was a policeman. Ben retreated hastily.

For a moment, Baley played irritably with the notion of strengthening his own order and making the

roblock more nearly -complete, but that would surely cause the kind of damage that would require

positronic analysis and reprogramming. The expense of that would be taken out of his salary and it might

easily amount to a year's pay.

He said, "I withdraw my order. What were you told to say?"

R. Geronimo's voice at once cleared. "I was told to say that you are wanted in connection with Aurora."

Baley turned toward Ben and called out, "Give them another half hour and then say I want them back in.

I've got to leave now.

And as he walked off with long strides, he said petulantly to the robot, ""Why couldn't they tell you to

say that at once? And why can't they program you to use a car so I wouldn't have to walk?"

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He knew very well why that wasn't done. Any accident involving a robot-driven car would set off

another antirobot riot.

He did not slacken his pace. There were two kilometers to walk before they even got to the City wall

and, thereafter, they would have to reach Headquarters through heavy traffic.''

Aurora? What, kind of crisis was brewing now?

It took half an hour for Baley to reach the entranceway into the city and he stiffened himself for what he

suspected ahead. Perhaps -perhaps-it wouldn't happen this time.

He reached the dividing plane between Outside and City, the wall that marked off chaos from

civilization. He placed his hand over the signal patch and an opening appeared, as usual, he didn't wait for

the opening to be completed, but slipped in as soon as it was wide enough. R. Geronimo followed.

The police sentry on duty looked startled, as he always did when someone came in from Outside. Each

time there wag the same look of disbelief, the same coming to attention, the same sudden hand upon the

blaster, the same frown of uncertainty

Baley presented his identity card with a scowl and the sentry saluted. The door closed behind him and it

happened.

Baley was inside the City. The walls closed around him and the City became the Universe. He was again

immersed in the endless, eternal hum and odor of people and machinery that would soon fade below the

threshold of consciousness; in the soft, indirect artificial light that was nothing at all like the partial and

varying glare of the Outside, with its green and brown and blue and white and its interruptions of red and

yellow. Here there was no erratic wind, no heat, no cold, no threat of rain; here there was instead the

quiet permanence of unfelt air currents that kept everything fresh. Here was a designed combination of

temperature and humidity so 'perfectly adjusted to humans it remained unsensed.

Baley felt his breath drawn in tremulously and he gladdened in the, realization that he was home and safe

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