Stanislaw Lem - Automathew's Friend

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Table of Contents
Part 1. Alfred.
Part 2. The Storm.
Part 3. Friendly Advice.
Part 4. "Nearly Nowhere" and "Nowhere."
Part 5. Indestructible Friend.
Part 6. A Lifelong Grudge.
Part 1. Alfred
A certain robot, planning to go on a long and dangerous voyage,
heard of a most useful device which its inventor called an
electric
friend. He would feel better, he thought, if he had a companion,
even a companion that was only a machine, so he went to the
inventor
and asked to be shown an artificial friend.
"Sure," replied the inventor. (As you know, in fairy tales no one
says "sir" or "ma'am" to anyone else, not even to dragons, it's
only
with the kings that you have to stand on ceremony.) With this he
pulled from his pocket a handful of metal granules, that looked
like
fine shot.
"What is that?" said the robot in surprise.
"Tell me your name, for I forgot to ask it in the proper place of
this fairy tale," said the inventor.
"My name is Automatthew."
"That's too long for me, I'll call you Autom."
"Autom's from Automatom, but have it your way,-- replied the
other.
"Well then, Autommy my lad, you have here before you a batch of
electrofriends. You ought to know that by vocation and
specialization I am a miniaturizer. Which means I make large and
heavy mechanisms small and portable. Each one of these granules is
a
concentrate of electrical thought, highly versatile and
intelligent.
I won't say a genius, for that would be an exaggeration if not
false
advertising. True, my intention is precisely to create electrical
geniuses and I shall not rest until I have made them so very tiny
that it will be possible to carry thousands of them around in
your
vest pocket; the day I can pour them into sacks and sell them by
weight, like sand, I will have achieved my most cherished goal.
But
enough now of my plans for the future. For the time being I sell
electrofriends by the piece and cheaply at that: each costs as
much
as its weight in diamonds. You'll see, I think, how very
reasonable
the price is, when you consider that you can put an electrofriend
in
your ear, where it will whisper good advice and supply you with
all
kinds of information. Here's a bit of soft cotton, you stop up
the
ear with it so your friend won't fall out when you tilt your
head.
Will you take one? If you think you'd like a dozen, I might be
able
to arrange a discount..."
"No, one will do for now," said Automatthew. "But I'd like some
idea
of what I can expect of it. Will it be able to help me in a
difficult situation?"
"But of course, that's what it's for, after all!" replied the
inventor good-humoredly. He shook out on his palm a bunch of the
granules, which glittered metallically, being made of rare
metals,
and continued: "Obviously you can't count on help in the physical
sense, but we are not speaking of that, I think. Helpful hints,
suggestions, cogent comments, sensible recommendations, good
observations, admonitions, warnings, words of caution, as well as
comfort, solace, encouragement, maxims to restore your faith in
yourself, and deep insights that will enable you to cope with any
situation, no matter how serious or even grave--this is only a
small
part of the repertoire of my electrofriends. They are wholly
devoted, staunch, true, ever vigilant, because they never sleep;
they are also unbelievably durable, esthetic, and you can see for
yourself how very handy! So then, you are taking only one?"
"Yes," said Automatthew. "But there's another thing: could you
tell
me what happens if someone steals it from me? Will it return? Or
bring about the thief's destruction?"
"As for that, no," answered the inventor. "It will serve him just
as
diligently and faithfully as it did you. You can't ask too much,
my
dear Autom, it will not desert you in your hour of need if you do
not desert it. But there is little chance of that--if you will
just
place it in your ear and always keep the ear plugged up with
cotton..."
"Very well," agreed Automatthew. "And how am I to speak to it?"
"You needn't speak at all, whisper subvocally and it will hear
you
perfectly. As for its name, I call it Alfred. Alf or Alfie will
do."
"Good," said Automatthew.
They weighed Alfred, the inventor received for it a lovely little
diamond, and the robot, content that he now had a companion, a
fellow soul for the distant journey, proceeded on his way.
Part 2. The Storm
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It was most pleasant traveling with Alfred, which, if he so
desired
it, would wake him each morning by whistling inside his head a
soft
and cheerful reveille; it also told him various amusing
anecdotes,
however Automatthew soon forbade it to do this when he was in the
presence of others, for they began to suspect him of lunacy,
seeing
how every now and then he would burst into laughter for no
apparent
reason. In this manner Automatthew traveled first by land, then
reached the seashore, where a beautiful white ship awaited him.
He
had few possessions, thus in no time at all was ensconced in a
cozy
little cabin and listening with satisfaction to the clatter that
announced the raising of the anchor and the start of a great sea
voyage. For several days the white ship merrily sailed the waves
beneath a beaming sun, and at night, all silvered by the moon, it
rocked him to sleep, till early one morning a terrible storm
broke.
Waves three times higher than the masts buffeted the ship, which
creaked and groaned in all its joints, and the din was so
dreadful
that Automatthew did not hear a single word of the many
comforting
things Alfred was no doubt whispering to him during those
unpleasant
moments. Suddenly there was an ungodly crash, salt water burst
into
the cabin, and before the horrified eyes of Automatthew the ship
began to come apart.
He ran out on deck just as he was, and had barely leaped into the
last lifeboat when a monstrous wave loomed up, fell upon the
vessel
and pulled it down into the churning ocean depths. Automatthew
did
not see a single member of the crew, he was alone in the
lifeboat,
alone in the midst of the raging sea, and he trembled, certain
that
the next roller would sink the little boat and him along with it.
The wind howled, from the low clouds torrents lashed the heaving
surface of the sea, and he still could not hear what Alfred had
to
say to him. Then in the confusion he observed some blurry shapes
covered with a seething white; this was the shore of an unknown
land, upon which the waves were breaking. With a loud scrape the
boat ran aground on some rocks, and Automatthew, thoroughly
drenched
and dripping salt water, set off on shaky legs, with the last of
his
strength, seeking the refuge of the land's interior, as far away
as
possible from the ocean waves. At the foot of a rock he sank to
earth and fell into a dreamless sleep of exhaustion.
Part 3. Friendly Advice
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He was wakened by a tactful whistling. It was Alfred reminding
him
of its friendly presence.
"Ah, how splendid that you're there, Alfred, only now do I see
what
a good thing it is to have you with, or rather, in me!" cried
Automatthew, recovering his senses. He looked around. The sun was
shining, the sea was still choppy, but the menacing high waves
had
disappeared, the thunderclouds, the rain. Unfortunately the boat
had
disappeared as well. The storm must have raged in the night with
incredible force, sweeping up and carrying out to sea the boat
that
had saved Automatthew. He jumped to his feet and began running
along
the shore, only to return in ten minutes to the very same spot.
He
was on a desert island, and a small one in the bargain. Not a
particularly encouraging state of affairs. But no matter, he had
his
Alfred with him! He quickly informed it of just how things stood
and
asked for some advice.
"Ha! Humph!" said Alfred. "A situation indeed! This will take a
bit
of thought. What exactly do you require?"
"Require? Why, everything: help, rescue, clothes, means of
subsistence, there's nothing here but sand and rocks!"
"H'm! Is that a fact? You're quite sure? There are not lying
about
somewhere along the beach chests from the wrecked ship, chests
filled with tools, utensils, interesting reading, garments for
different occasions, as well as gunpowder?"
Automatthew searched the length and breadth of the beach, but
found
nothing, not so much as a splinter from the vessel, which
apparently
had sunk all in one piece, like a stone.
"Nothing at all, you say? Most peculiar. The considerable
literature
on life on desert islands proves irrefutably that a shipwrecked
person always finds at close hand axes, nails, fresh water, oil,
sacred books, saws, pliers, firearms, and a great number of other
useful items. But if not, then not. Is there at least a cave in
the
rocks providing shelter?"
"No, there is no cave."
"What, no cave? Whoo, this is unusual! Would you be so good as to
climb onto the highest rock and cast an eye around?"
"I'll do it right away!" cried Automatthew, and scrambled up a
steep
rock in the middle of the island, and froze: the little volcanic
island was surrounded on all sides by limitless ocean!
In a faltering voice he conveyed this news to Alfred, adjusting
with
a shaky finger the cotton in his ear, so as not to lose his
friend.
"How lucky I am that it didn't fall out when the ship went down,"
he
thought and, suddenly feeling fatigued, sat on a rock and waited
摘要:

TableofContentsPart1.Alfred.Part2.TheStorm.Part3.FriendlyAdvice.Part4."NearlyNowhere"and"Nowhere."Part5.IndestructibleFriend.Part6.ALifelongGrudge.Part1.AlfredAcertainrobot,planningtogoonalonganddangerousvoyage,heardofamostusefuldevicewhichitsinventorcalledanelectricfriend.Hewouldfeelbetter,hethough...

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