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Books in the Isaac Asimov’s Robot City: Robots and Aliens™ series
BOOK 1: CHANGELING by Stephen Leigh
BOOK 2: RENEGADE by Cordell Scotten
BOOK 3: INTRUDER by Robert Thurston
BOOK 4: ALLIANCE by Jerry Oltion
BOOK 5: MAVERICK by Bruce Bethke
BOOK 6: HUMANITY by Jerry Oltion
ISAAC ASIMOV’S
ROBOT CITY
ROBOTS
AND ALIENS
Renegade by Cordell Scotten
Copyright © 1989
NOTABLE ROBOTS
BY ISAAC ASIMOV
My robot stories and novels seem to have become classics in their own right, and, with the advent
of the “Robot City” series of novels, to have become the wider literary universe of other writers
as well. Under those circumstances, it might be useful to go over my robot stories and describe
some of those which I think are particularly significant and to explain why I think they are.
1. “Robbie”— This is the first robot story I wrote. I turned it out between May 10 and May 22 of
1939, when I was 19 years old and was just about to graduate college. I had a little trouble
placing it, for John Campbell rejected it and so did Amazing Stories. However, Fred Pohl
accepted it on March 25, 1940 and it appeared in the September 1940 issue of Super Science
Stories, which he edited. Fred Pohl, being Fred Pohl, changed the title to “Strange Playfellow”
but I changed it back when I included it in my book I, Robot and it has appeared as “Robbie” in
every subsequent incarnation.
Aside from being my first robot story, “Robbie” is significant because in it George Weston says
to his wife in defense of a robot that is fulfilling the role of nursemaid, “He just can't help being
faithful and loving and kind. He's a machine—made so.” This is the first indication, in my first
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story, of what eventually became the “First Law of Robotics” and of the basic fact that robots
were made with built-in safety rules.
2. “Reason”—”Robbie” would have meant nothing in itself, if I had written no more robot
stories, particularly since it appeared in one of the minor magazines. However, I wrote a second
robot story, “Reason,” and that one, John Campbell liked. After a bit of revision, it appeared in
the April 1941 issue of Astounding Science Fiction and there it attracted notice. Readers became
aware that there was such a thing as the “positronic robots,” and so did Campbell. That made
everything afterward possible.
3. “Liar!”—In the very next issue of Astounding, that of May 1941, my third robot story, “Liar!”
appeared. The importance of this story was that it introduced Susan Calvin, who became the
central character in my early robot stories. This story was originally rather clumsily done, largely
because it dealt with the relationship between the sexes at a time when I had not yet had my first
date with a young lady. Fortunately, I'm a quick learner and it is one story in which I made
significant changes before allowing it to appear in I, Robot.
4. “Runaround”—The next important robot story appeared in the March 1942 issue of
Astounding. It was the first story in which I listed the Three Laws of Robotics explicitly instead
of making them implicit. In it, I have one character, Gregory Powell, say to another, Michael
Donovan, “Now, look, let's start with the three fundamental Rules of Robotics—the three rules
that are built most deeply into a robot's positronic brain.” He then recites them.
Later on, I called them the Laws of Robotics, and their importance to me is three-fold.
a—They guided me in forming my plots and made it possible to write many short stories, and
several novels in addition, based on robots. In these, I constantly studied the consequences of the
Three Laws;
b—It was by all odds my most famous literary invention, quoted in season and out by others. If
all I have written is someday to be forgotten, the Three Laws of Robotics will surely be the last to
go;
c— The passage in “Runaround” quoted above happens to be the very first time the word
“robotics” was used in print in the English language. I am therefore credited with the invention of
the word (and also “robotic,”
“positronic” and “psychohistory”) by the Oxford English Dictionary, which takes the trouble—
and the space—to quote the Three Laws. (All these things were created by my 22nd birthday and
I seem to have created nothing since, which gives rise to grievous thoughts within me.)
5. “Evidence”—This was the one and only story I wrote while I spent 8 months and 26 days in
the army. At one point I persuaded a kindly librarian to let me remain in the locked library over
lunch so that I could work on the story. It is the first story in which I made use of a humanoid
robot. Stephen Byerley, the humanoid robot in question (though in the story I don't make it
absolutely clear whether he is a robot or not) represents my first approach toward R. Daneel
Olivaw, the humaniform robot who appears in a number of my novels. “Evidence” appeared in
the September 1946 issue of Astounding Science Fiction.
6. “Little Lost Robot”—My robots tend to be benign entities. In fact, as the stories progressed
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they gradually gained in moral and ethical qualities until they far surpassed human beings and, in
the case of Daneel, approached the god-like. Nevertheless, I had no intention of limiting myself
to robots as saviors. I followed wherever the wild winds of my imagination led me and I was
quite capable of seeing the uncomfortable sides of the robot phenomena.
It was only a few weeks ago (as I write this) that I received a letter from a reader that scolded me
because, in a robot story of mine that had just been published, I showed the dangerous side of
robots. He accused me of a failure of nerve.
That he was wrong is shown by “Little Lost Robot,” in which a robot is the villain, even though it
appeared nearly half a century ago. The seamy side of robots is not the result of a failure in nerve
that comes of my advancing age and decrepitude. It has been a constant concern of mine all
through my career.
7. “The Evitable Conflict”—This was a sequel to “Evidence” and appeared in the June 1950 issue
of Astounding. It was the first story I wrote that dealt primarily with computers (1 called them
“Machines” in the story) rather than with robots per se. The difference is not a great one. You
might define a robot as a “computerized machine” or as a “mobile computer.” You might
consider a computer as an “immobile robot.” In any case, I clearly did not distinguish between
the two, and although the Machines, which don't make an actual physical appearance in the story,
are clearly computers, I included the story, without hesitation, in my robot collection, I, Robot,
and neither the publisher nor the readers objected. To be sure, Stephen Byerley is in the story but
the question of his roboticity plays no role.
8. “Franchise”—This was the first story in which I dealt with computers as computers, and had
no thought in mind of their being robots. It appeared in the August 1955 issue of If: Worlds of
Science Fiction, and by that time I had grown familiar with the existence of computers. My
computer is “Multivac,” designed as an obviously larger and more complex version of the
actually existing “Univac.” In this story, and in some others of the period that dealt with
Multivac, I described it as an enormously large machine, missing the chance of predicting the
miniaturization and etherealization of computers.
9. “The Last Question”—My imagination didn't betray me for long, however. In “The Last
Question,” which appeared first in the November 1956 issue of Science Fiction Quarterly, I
discussed the miniaturization and etherealization of computers and followed it through a trillion
years of evolution (of both computer and man) to a logical conclusion that you will have to read
the story to find. It is, beyond question, my favorite among all the stories I have written in my
career.
10. “The Feeling of Power”—The miniaturization of computers played a small role as a side issue
in this story. It appeared in the February 1958 issue of If, and is also one of my favorites. In this
story I dealt with pocket computers, which were not to make their appearance in the marketplace
until ten to fifteen years after the story appeared. Moreover, it was one of the stories in which I
foresaw accurately a social implication of technological advance rather than the technological
advance itself.
The story deals with the possible loss of ability to do simple arithmetic through the perpetual use
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of computers.I wrote it as a satire that combined humor with passages of bitter irony, but I wrote
more truly than I knew. These days I have a pocket computer and I begrudge the time and effort it
would take me to subtract 182 from 854. I use the darned computer. “The Feeling of Power” is
one of the most frequently anthologized of my stories.
In a way, this story shows the negative side of computers, and in this period I also wrote stories
that showed the possible vengeful reactions of computers or robots that are mistreated. For
computers, there is “Someday,” which appeared in the August 1956 issue of Infinity Science
Fiction, and for robots (in automobile form) see “Sally,” which appeared in the May-June 1953
issue of Fantastic.
11. “Feminine Intuition”—My robots are almost always masculine, though not necessarily in an
actual sense of gender. After all, I give them masculine names and refer to them as “he.” At the
suggestion of a female editor, Judy-Lynn del Rey, I wrote “Feminine Intuition,” which appeared
in the October 1969 issue of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. It showed, for one
thing, that I could do a feminine robot, too. She was still metal, but she had a narrower waistline
than my usual robots and had a feminine voice, too. Later on, in my book Robots and Empire,
there was a chapter in which a humanoid female robot made her appearance. She played a
villainous role, which might surprise those who know of my frequently displayed admiration of
the female half of humanity.
12. “The Bicentennial Man”—This story, which first appeared in 1976 in a paperback anthology
of original science fiction, stellar #2, edited by Judy-Lynn del Rey, was my most thoughtful
exposition of the development of robots. It followed them in an entirely different direction from
that in “The Last Question.” What it dealt with was the desire of a robot to become a man and the
way in which he carried out that desire, step by step. Again, I carried the plot all the way to its
logical conclusion. I had no intention of writing this story when I started it. It wrote itself, and
turned and twisted in the typewriter. It ended as the third favorite of mine among all my stories.
Ahead of it come only “The Last Question,” mentioned above, and “The Ugly Little Boy,” which
is not a robot story.
13. The Caves of Steel—Meanwhile, at the suggestion of Horace L. Gold, editor of Galaxy, I had
written a robot novel. I had resisted doing so at first for I felt that my robot ideas only fit the short
story length. Gold, however, suggested I write a murder mystery dealing with a robot detective. I
followed it partway. My detective was a thoroughly human Elijah Baley (perhaps the most
attractive character I ever invented, in my opinion) but he had a robot sidekick, R. Daneel
Olivaw. The book, I felt, was the perfect fusion of mystery and science fiction. It appeared as a
three-part serial in the October, November, and December 1953 issues of Galaxy and Doubleday
published it as a novel in 1954.
What surprised me about the book was the reaction of the readers. While they approved of Lije
Baley, their obvious interest was entirely with Daneel, whom I had viewed as a mere subsidiary
character. The approval was particularly intense in the case of the women who wrote to me.
(Thirteen years after I had invented Daneel, the television series Star Trek came out, with Mr.
Spock resembling Daneel quite closely in character—something which did not bother me—and I
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noticed that women viewers were particularly interested in him, too. I won't pretend to analyze
this.)
14. The Naked Sun—the popularity of Lije and Daneel led me to write a sequel, “The Naked
Sun,” which appeared as a three-part serial in the October, November, and December 1956 issues
of Astounding and was published as a novel by Doubleday in 1957. Naturally, the repetition of
the success made a third novel seem the logical thing to do. I even started writing it in 1958, but
things got in the way and, what with one thing and another, it didn't get written till 1983.
15. The Robots of Dawn—This, the third novel of the Lije Baley/R. Daneel series, was published
by Doubleday in 1983. In it, I introduced a second robot, R. Giskard Reventlov, and this time I
was not surprised when he turned out to be as popular as Daneel.
16. Robots and Empire—When it was necessary to allow Lije Baley to die (of old age), I felt I
would have no problem in doing a fourth book in the series provided I allowed Daneel to live.
The fourth book, Robots and Empire, was published by Doubleday in 1985. Lije's death brought
some reaction, but nothing at all compared to the storm of regretful letters I received when the
exigencies of the plot made it necessary for R. Giskard to die.
So it turns out that my robot stories have been almost as successful as my Foundation books, and
if you want to know the truth (in a whisper, of course, and please keep this confidential), I like
my robot stories better.
Here, in Renegade, Cordell Scot ten has written an excellent example of why I like the robot
stories. A simple question arising from the Laws—”What is good for humans?”—is developed
into a complex and intriguing story.
CHAPTER 1 THE CEREMYONS
Gently soaring—basking under the sun—the two blackbodies circled far above the shimmering
atmospheric irregularity that was nearing completion on the planet's surface. As high as a small
mountain, the iridescent transparency, viewed from outside, covered a smooth hemispherical
excavation in the planet's surface two kilometers in diameter, except for an open pie cut, a not-yet-
covered sector ten degrees wide. Looking into the open sector, structures—built on ground not
excavated, paradoxically —covered the entire inner area. The most striking of these structures
was a tall, stepped pyramid centered under the dome.
The blackbodies floated a wingspread apart, five times the armspread of an Avery robot. Those
beings—the Avery robots—were even then streaming out of the incomplete sector, evacuating
the dome. The blackbodies had learned the name “Avery robot,” but the name lacked meaning
beyond its intonation.
“The construction was slowed by your absence yesterday, Sarco,” one blackbody said to the
other, “and I thank you for that. You needed the day off. Unfortunately, the effort was only
slowed. It would have benefited by a complete interruption.”
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“You are a rascal,” the other said, his red eyes gleaming like bumming embers set deep in a black
demonic body. “I'll bet you arranged for an Avery to cut me loose during tether last night. At
least they've learned not to blow us up.”
The blackbodies appeared identical in form: a large white hook protruding from above deep-set,
luminous red eyes; a lacy silver frond languidly waving at the other end; but bodies otherwise
devoid of visible detail except as flying winged silhouettes. Wrinkles in the skin, if any, and other
possible lines of demarcation were lost in the soft blackness.
“You were cut loose?” the first said.
“Don't play the innocent, Synapo. Someone cut my tether last night, and by the time I drifted into
sunrise, I was over Barneup. It took me all day to get back. Have you ever tried to grow a new
hook while underway?”
“You do look a little beat. But then so am I. Trying to make sense of Wohler-9 is exhausting, and
so far he's the best of the Averies. I learned very little today. We could both do with early tether.
I'll see you in the morning, Sarco.”
“Wait up! You're not getting off that easy.”
But Synapo had already balled and was dropping, if not like a rock, still at an appreciable rate
that put him out of earshot in a trice. Sarco sighed—a soft gentle emission of pure oxygen with a
faint trace of unreacted ammonia—but did not follow immediately.
As Synapo approached the surface of the planet, he began braking, unfurling from his collar the
tough filmy hide of his reflector, letting it flap and rattle in his wake as it dragged at him like a
sea anchor. As he neared the trees on the side of the domed transparency away from the open
sector, he sealed the gores of the thin, shiny reflector, sealing all but his head inside, leaving his
hook and eyes protruding from the underside.
With gentle bursts of compressed hydrogen, he began to inflate the reflector, dissipating his
momentum and slowing his descent until he was barely drifting downward. Ten meters above the
top of a tall conifer, he let go his chitinous hook, letting out the tether of tough, stringy hide until
the hook was dangling below a sturdy limb. A final burst of hydrogen filled the reflector, erasing
the last crease to leave a smooth, unblemished, mirrorlike surface. The tether twanged taut,
caught between the now buoyant silvery balloon and the hooked limb of the tree.
Synapo began the luxurious process of uncoiling his tense fibers, drifting into deep tether as he
lay suspended within his own skin. His storage cells were not sated with a day's thermoelectric
output from the sun's radiant heat as they normally would have been if the aliens had not been
disturbing the atmosphere; but little of the radiation he had been exposed to that day had escaped
the nearly perfect blackbody absorption of his other skin. That energy was all there, save only the
small expenditure for intense thought and languid motion, and the large expenditure for
electrolyzing water and compressing hydrogen; and the unusual expenditure that day to converse
—if it could be called that—with Wohler-9. Still, he had a sufficient reserve of juice left in his
cells. It would take little to get him through the night, just that amount needed to maintain body
temperature, to make up for the minuscule amount of energy lost by radiation from his silvery
hide.
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Sarco stayed aloft until Synapo tethered. Then he balled and dropped and tethered nearby so as to
confront Synapo the next morning, first thing.
The Avery robots continued to stream from the open sector of the dome like ants abandoning an
anthill. Dusk was coming on rapidly, but night would not hamper their operations.
Wohler-9 stood just outside the open sector. He had watched Synapo and Sarco drop, but had not
distinguished them from the rest of the blackbodies which, a half-hour later, began to fall from
the sky like the gentle descent of a black snow that melted to bright raindrops as it neared the
surface, raindrops inversely and miraculously suspended above the trees in defiance of gravity.
When the tiny amount of absorbed sunshine began to warm Synapo's reflector the next morning,
he awoke and began to deflate. When his hook dangled free, he sucked in his tether and drifted to
the ground, gently bouncing off the outer foliage of the tree.
When he reached the ground, he unsealed the front seam of his reflector and pulled it around him
like a bathrobe to preserve his body heat. On his two short legs, he waddled through the forest to
a small brook. Sarco was already there, having breakfast and waiting for him. His hook was
turned to the back in nonaggressive posture, which was a good sign. Still, he was having
breakfast. You could hardly expect anything else. Anger cannot abide alongside intense creature
satisfactions.
During the night, the feathery cold-junction that protruded from Synapo's rump had warmed, and
the millions of hot junctions distributed throughout his lampblack hide had cooled, so that both
cold and hot junctions were now at the same median temperature; and he had fasted throughout
the night. Now as he backed up to the brook beside Sarco, drew his reflector tight across his back
to bunch it in front of him, and squatted to dip his cold junction into the icy water, he sighed
contentedly as the fresh juice flowed into his storage cells. That fresh shot each morning was the
best juice to be had all day.
Neither spoke, which was the custom at breakfast, nor would they speak until they were again on
the wing. Speaking, unless forced by exigencies—such as the discussion with Wohler-9—was
strictly a waste process, using the oxygen discarded from the electrolytic production of vital
hydrogen. Electrolyzing when their hydrogen sacs were full, merely to generate oxygen for
speaking, was a luxury they seldom permitted themselves and a necessity only under the rarest of
circumstances.
That morning, however, Synapo again planned to allow himself only an hour on the wing before
he resumed his discussion with Wohler-9. He timed it so that he could watch the Myostrians at
work, as he had for the past several days. He was depleting his cells to well below what he found
comfortable—he went around continually hungry—but at least he would be generating hydrogen
during the discussion and not wasting juice as he would be otherwise. That was small comfort as
his store of vital energy dropped lower and lower. But Synapo felt that discussion was vital, not
for what it had revealed so far, but for what it promised to reveal in the future.
With breakfast over and the gores of their reflectors tightly rolled into black ruffled collars, they
began the long climb to charge altitude. Synapo, with Sarco following, slowly circled upward
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with languid but powerful strokes of his great wings. He kept the hemispherical iridescence
centered below, so that when he finished his short charge, he could drop rapidly to the open
sector where he could see Wohler-9 still standing vigil, right where he had been as Synapo
dropped to tether the evening before.
When they reached a comfortable altitude, Synapo slowed his flapping and rolled onto his back, a
wingspread below Sarco, giving the other the dominant position as was his right as interrogator.
That had been the status of their conversation the afternoon before when Synapo had terminated
it unilaterally.
“Now, Sarco, you were saying?”
“Forget that,” Sarco said. “My tether was cut, and I was fuming yesterday evening, but it's no big
deal. A new hook and a night's rest and it's the same as forgotten.”
Good, Synapo thought, but it wasn't an Avery, it was my own burning breath which sent you into
far sunrise. He wouldn't have stooped to such a childish trick if the situation hadn't warranted it.
The thought of that piece of unstatesmanship lingered, unsettling his conscience.
“What is important,” Sarco continued, “is getting the weather back under control and stopping the
godawful screeching of those tin aliens on hyperwave. The weather I'll have under control as
soon as my people finish neutralizing that node below. I figure to have the compensator complete
day after tomorrow.
“But the hyperwave noise is about to drive us all nuts, Synapo. Haven't those metal morons heard
of continuous modulation?”
“Of course. That's the way they arrived,” Synapo said. “But their discrete modulation of
hyperwave and our small discomfort with the crosstalk on our continuous channels is a minor
problem. The real problem is your construction of the node compensator. It's a mistake, Sarco.
You'll have deactivated the aliens only temporarily. And if I'm right, as I am more and more sure
I am, you'll have succeeded merely in deactivating a bunch of servants, and probably not for long,
but you will have irritated their masters sure as the Great Petero is our guide.”
“And the Cerebrons, what have they come up with? The Myostrians are at least taking action.”
(In some contexts, the plural Myostrian tribal name is better translated as Myostria, and the racial
name Ceremyon is better translated as Myoceron to reflect the Myostrian point of view.)
“We had a caucus yesterday afternoon,” Synapo said. “All agree I'm close to a breakthrough with
Wohler-9. Whatever you do, don't close the compensator. You've already achieved better than
95% compensation. Meteorologically, you've already won.”
“You've got until sunpeak day after tomorrow to achieve your breakthrough, Synapo.”
There was no point in arguing further. Synapo rolled out from under Sarco and drifted off to the
left while climbing a temperature gradient to a slightly cooler stratum. That inverted gradient so
early in the day was a measure of the meteorological disturbance—the residual effects of the
alien creations—the completed dome would eliminate.
After an hour of charge, he was still quite hungry, but nonetheless he balled and dropped, wind
whistling through the feathery frond of his cold-junction, until he neared the top of the dome.
Then he slowly spread his wings, braking in a swoop that carried him on a complete circular
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inspection of the dome.
He made one more pass around the dome, lower now, looking for any sign of spacetime
instability. Why did he care? The dome could nave leaked like Nimbar and it wouldn't have
mattered to him. It was a habit, though, a matter of professional pride, pride in his race, pride in
Sarco's people and the technology they shared with the Cerebrons.
As he rounded again toward the open sector, he braked to a slow gentle glide and, stirring hardly
a wisp of dust, came to rest beside the Avery robot who called himself Wohler-9.
He now had a fairly good idea what an Avery robot was. He had a modest grasp of the language
called Galactic Standard, and even though it was certainly not standard in their part of the galaxy,
they had become aware of it from the occasional bursts of discrete hyperwave that had reached
them beginning centuries before. Translation of the language had been slow and incomplete,
lacking anything that might have served as a Rosetta stone, but they had acquired a feeling for the
language, in terms of the mathematical development of the species, and then with Wohler-9 on
hand—not quite an analogue of the Rosetta stone—their fluency had progressed to the modest
state Synapo now claimed.
“Good morning, Wohler-9,” Synapo said.
The robot slowly swiveled his head until the eyes bore intently on Synapo, but otherwise he gave
no sign of recognition. That did not distress Synapo. In fact he expected it. He now knew that the
robot did not consider him a master, and so he was not worthy of attention unless he somehow
violated the robot's basic programming: a prime directive and three guiding principles.
The prime directive was to erect the monstrosities that had played such havoc with their weather
by energy and particulate emissions, and which were now covered and almost neutralized by the
compensator. The disturbance had been almost as great as that caused by the impact of a giant
meteor a quarter-century before.
The function of the monstrosities was still not clear, other than being creations for the masters.
With their benign weather—brought under control eons before—the notion of shelter and
buildings, if it had ever existed, had long since disappeared from the racial memory of the
blackbodies, lost in prehistory.
“You properly informed your masters of our interference and asked for assistance more than a
hand of days ago, if we translated your message correctly. Each day I have asked if you have
received further instructions among the numerous messages that we have monitored in both
directions. Your responses thus far have not been reassuring. But now we have reason to suspect
that you have received some clarification of the situation, if we understand a message you
received yesterday morning. I informed you of that message yesterday afternoon. I now ask
again. Have you received further instructions?”
Still the robot did not answer. He had swiveled his head back to watch the procession of robots
and vehicles passing out of the dome, heading north across the plain bordered by the forest.
“We will complete the compensator—the dome—tomorrow, thwarting your prime directive,”
Synapo added.
That brought a response. Wohler-9 turned to face Synapo.
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“Miss Ariel Welsh will deal with you when she arrives this afternoon,” Wohler-9 said, and
swiveled back to watch the evacuation.
There was no point in attempting further dialogue. Synapo took off and headed for charge altitude
and a Cerebron caucus.
CHAPTER 2 THE DOMED PIT
Ariel Welsh, in her typical fashion, came in too fast on a trajectory that was accordingly too flat,
and she skipped off the planet's atmosphere like a flat stone hitting the surface of a millpond.
“Darn,” she said, which seemed to understate the situation somewhat. She turned the controls
over to Jacob Winterson, saying, “Here, you do it.”
“You should have asked me earlier, Miss Ariel,” the robot said. “You must save yourself for the
negotiations with the aliens. But I do have a few suggestions with regard to your approach
trajectories in general, which should benefit...”
“Put a lid on it, Jake!” Ariel said impatiently. Nonetheless she watched the robot closely and with
a great deal of admiration, not only for his style of piloting but for his superb appearance as well.
She particularly liked to watch his biceps flex.
She had acquired the robot only months before, the whim of a spoiled rich girl, teasing a jealous
boyfriend and rebelling against the mores of a bigoted Auroran society.
Robots like R. Jacob Winterson were not popular on the planet of Aurora. Neither the men nor
the women of Aurora wanted to be upstaged by the perfect comeliness and superhuman strength
of a humaniform robot. Humaniform was the term their creator, Dr. Han Fastolfe, had used to
describe them, searching for a better term than humanoid, which hardly sufficed to describe
Jacob. The Avery robots, like the one she had once known as Wohler on the planet Robot City,
could also be described as humanoid, but they were a far cry from Jacob.
The simulation of a well-muscled body that was Jacob Winterson was a reflection of that era
when bodybuilding was the vogue of a stagnant Auroran society.
She watched him now as he plugged himself into the ship, a small two-man jumper with a
cockpit just big enough for the two of them. She should have used the ship's computer to set up
the proper approach trajectory, just as he was about to do, instead of coming in cowboy fashion,
hands on.
She watched the thick muscles at work in his bull-like neck, watched the flexing of biceps the
size of piano legs, corded by thick veins reaching across his powerful forearms.
She had prevailed upon the ancient Vasilia Fastolfe, the estranged daughter of the famed Or. Ran,
to delve deep into the catacombs below Aurora's Robotics Institute and bring out Jacob from
among the thirteen humaniforms left over from the aborted campaign to sell them to a recalcitrant
Auroran public.
She had never seen Jacob naked, though Derec didn't know that. Vasilia had brought him up from
the depths fully clothed. And then he seemed so real—so alive in the human sense—that Ariel
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