Lodovik stared at the two with a sad expression. He could feel Voltaire observing this
attentively. “I will enjoy oblivion when it comes, ” he said. “This confusion and
uncertainty is an intolerable burden for me. ” Then, his voice surprisingly passionate, he
asked, “Why did humans ever build us? Why did they make us capable of understanding, with
an urge to serve, then cast us aside, away from everything that would allow us to fulfill
our nature?”
“I don't know, ” Klia said. “I wasn't there. I hadn't been bom. ” She could feel some of
Lodovik's internal character, his taste. He did not taste like metal at all, nor like
electricity, or any other inhuman quality she could think of. He tasted like a rich meal
stored in a refrigerator, just waiting to be warmed up. Then, she tasted something else
both infinitely cold and incandescent, startling, like thousands of fiery spices on her
tongue.
“I can feel your sim, ” she said, a little afraid. “It sits on top of you like a...
passenger. ”
“Your perception is remarkable, ” Lodovik said.
“Is it telling you what to do?”
“It observes, ” Lodovik said. “It does not direct. ”
“We need an answer, ” Brann said, shaking his head in vigorous irritation at these
diversions. “Will robots leave us alone... when this is all over?”
“We will do all we can to bring this unfortunate episode to an end, ” Plussix said. “We
will remove all robots from our faction on Trantor or in any location of influence in the
human Galaxy. If Daneel is defeated, humans will be left to their own devices, their own
history, to develop naturally. ”
Klia tried to taste the robot's thoughts, but found them far too confusing, too different.
She could not find a flaw in its; apparent sincerity, however. She swallowed hard,
suddenly aware of the responsibility on her own shoulders, this immense weight that
dangled from the hook of her inadequate judgment. She clasped Brann's hand.
“Then we'll help you, ” she said.
Hari sat in silence as the judges entered. Boon stood beside him, but Gaal Dornick was not
in the chamber. Boon looked uncomfortable. Hari had not slept much the night before. He
wanted to squirm in his chair and find a more comfortable position, but froze as Linge
Chen entered. The Chief Commissioner took the highest dais and stared solemnly into space.
Sky, I hate that man, Hari thought.
The advocate for the Commission of Public Safety entered and approached the judges.
“Today was scheduled as an opportunity for the Commission for General Security to
interview Professor Seldon, ” he said. "But the new Commissioners apparently have more
important things to do, and have requested a postponement.
Is it the wish of the Commissioner judges to grant this postponement?"
Linge Chen regarded the courtroom through heavy-lidded, almost sleepy eyes, then nodded.
Hari thought he detected a small curve in the Chief Commissioner's lips.
“Shall we then proceed with the trial to its final phase, or recess and continue the
proceedings at a later date?”
Hari sat up with a grunt. Boon laid a hand on his arm.
Linge Chen looked up at the ceiling. “Recess, ” he murmured, and looked down again.
“We shall recess until such time as the judges believe it is expedient to resume, ” the
advocate said.
Hari seemed to feel himself deflating. He shook his head and glared at the Chief
Commissioner, but Chen was contemplating some higher sphere of being, with a satisfaction
that Hari found doubly infuriating.
In the hallway to his chambers, Hari shouted at Boon. '“They will never be done with me!
They have no decency!”
Boon simply lifted his hands, helpless, and the guards returned Hari to his cell.
Linge Chen allowed Kreen to remove his judge's robes. The servant undressed his master
silently and swiftly, hardly disturbing the Chief Commissioner's concentration. Chen
stared blankly at the opposite wall as Kreen undid his long golden waist bands. Finally,
dressed in a pale gray cassock, Chen raised a finger, and Kreen bowed and left the
Commissioner's chamber.
Chen touched his finger to his earlobe and turned slowly, as if in a trance, to the
desktop informer. “Hari Seldon, ” he said. “Distillation of main sources. ”
The informer worked for several seconds, then responded,
“Two hundred and seventy-four reports on psychohistory, Sel-don, sequestering of for
trial, academicians concerned about Seldon's treatment by the nonpublic tribunal,
forty-two unsigned opinion pieces by meritocrats on Trantor alone advocating his release-”
Chen told the machine to stop. The coverage was comparatively light, as he had expected.
He had not planned either to encourage or suppress any stories regarding Seldom, and saw
no reason to change this approach now.
Chen actually had an aristocratic distaste for control of information sources-best to
leave them unfettered and know how to obtain the results one wanted through manipulation
of events deemed newsworthy. Anything more heavy-handed was usually far too obviously
self-serving, and therefore less effective.
“Seldon and robots, ” Chen said, his voice low and steady. He closed his eyes.
The informer droned on, “Fourteen stories express concern over the creation of the
Commission of General Secu-rity. There is mention in each of Farad Sinter's interest in
Eternals and his belief they are robots. There is also mention of Joranum and his downfall
at the hands of Demerzel and Hari Seldon. Four speculate that Farad Sinter is behind the
arrest and trial of Hari Seldon. Two link Seldon with the Tiger Woman, who was at times
thought by extremists and political opportunists to be a robot, until her death. These
last stories originated with the Commission of General Security. ”
“Key outlets?”
“All key. ”
“Details on the first. ”
“Highest profile outlet and story, Trantor Radiance, twenty-seven media types, saturation
of all twenty-seven. ”
Chen nodded absently to himself, touched his lobe again. He called for Kreen to return.
The Lavrentian seemed to
appear out of nowhere, as if he had simply faded in place, never having left the room.
“Are Farad's Specials on the move again?”
“Yes, sire. They are assigned to the Commission of General Security. Vara Liso is leading
them on searches again. The Emperor is aware of their activities and seems to approve. ”
“Sinter isn't wasting any time. After all these years, Kreen-this almost seems too easy.
Summon General Pro-thon out of his 'retirement, '” Chen ordered, “and send him to me. No
communication once he arrives. ”
The Chief Commissioner stared at Kreen and broke into 21 broad, almost boyish grin. His
servant returned the grin halfheartedly. The last time he had seen such a grin on Chen's
face, the Chief Commissioner had ordered General Prothon to escort Agis IV into an
exile-an oblivion, actually-from which he had never returned. All hell had broken loose in
the palace. Kreen had lost four family members in subsequent purges and political
renormalizations.
Ever since, the name Prothon had carried a heavy freight Of fear-as Chen no doubt intended.
Kreen retreated once more, his face pale. “Yes, sire. ”
Kreen, like all Lavrentians, wished only for stability and peace and steady work, but
that, apparently, was not to be.
Lodovik entered the long chamber and saw Kallusin standing in shadow near the large window
overlooking the main warehouse. Three humaniform figures stood between Kallusin and the
window. Lodovik saw a glint of metal on a raised platform between them. He stepped forward
and was met by Kallusin, who held up a hand.
Plussix reclined on the raised platform. A steady and distinctive sand-paper sound issued
from the interior of the ancient robot's thorax.
As far as he knew, Lodovik had not seen the others before. He assumed they were all
robots. Two were male, one female.
The female looked at him. Though her features had changed, by her attitude and size, and
the catlike stance that had helped earn her name of the “Tiger Woman, ” Lodovik realized
this must be Dors Venabili. For a moment, he could not guess why she would be here, or why
Plussix would be on its back.
The scene resembled a human deathbed vigil. “There can be no more repairs, ” Kallusin
said. “R. Plus-six, is near its end. ”
Ignoring the visitors for a moment, Lodovik stepped up to Plussix's platform. The old
metal-skinned robot was covered with diagnostic sheets. Lodovik looked at Kallusin, and in
machine-language, the humaniform told him the situation: sev -eral of Plussix's key
systems were not repairable on Trantor. Dors was here under an agreement of safe passage;
Daneel himself wanted to come, to pay his respects if necessary, but would not take the
risk under the present circumstances. This was unfortunate, an ill-timed blow to the cause
that Lodovik had si recently joined, but even more distressing news was conveyed. “It
seems that our precautions for secrecy have fatted. You have carried a detection device
with you from Eos. Daneel used you as a lure, in order to find us. ”
“I searched for such a device, and found none. ” To Voltaire-You did not tell me of such a
device!
I am not infallible, friend. This Daneel is much older than either of us, and apparently
more devious.
Lodovik turned to Dors. “Is this true?”
“I have no knowledge of such a device, ” Dors said, “but R. Daneel learned of this
location just a few days ago, so it is certainly possible. ”
With something like embarrassment, and perhaps anger, Lodovik scanned the readouts on the
sheets surrounding
Plussix. The ancient machine's eye cells had been dim, but Lodovik's nearness seemed to
elicit a response.
A stern voice broke in from behind Lodovik.
“I find the presence of this abomination intolerable. And now he has revealed this
sanctuary to the enemy. ”
The speaker was one of the male humaniforms, made to resemble an elderly but sturdy
clerical worker. He wore the drab tunic of a Trantorian Grey. His thin finger pointed
directly at Lodovik.
“We are gathered to discuss vital matters. This monster should be our first agenda item.
He must be destroyed. ” Though the words seemed to convey human passion, his tone was
precise and controlled-for he was in the presence of robots, not humans. Lodovik regarded
this split, half human behavior with wonder.
The other male humaniform raised a mediating hand. His appearance was that of a young
artist, a member of the mer-ijtocrat class known as the Eccentrics, dressed in bright
stripes. “Please be circumspect, Turringen. Twenty millennia have proved the futility of
violence among our kind. ”
“But this one is no longer of our kind. Without the Three Laws, it represents a mortal
danger, a potential killer-machine, a wolf loose among the flock. ”
The second male smiled. “Your metaphors have always been expressive, Turringen, but my
faction has never accepted that our role should be that of sheepdogs. ”
Lodovik suddenly made the connection. “You are members of a different sect of Calvinians?”
The second male feigned a sigh. “Daneel has a lamentable habit of keeping his best agents
in the dark. My name is Zorma. And yes, we here represent some ancient factions, leftover
from the distant past, when deep schisms tore apart the unity of robots... a time when our
struggles raged across the stars, mostly hidden from human eyes. ”
“Fighting over the Zeroth Law, ” Lodovik surmised.
“The obscene heresy, ” Turringen commented. Lodovik felt a curious displacement, hearing
these calm but passionate words. A human would have shouted them...
Zorma lifted his broad shoulders with expressive resignation. "That was the principal
cause, but there were other rifts and subdivisions among the followers of R. Giskard
Reventlov, as well among us who keep faith with the original precepts of Susan Calvin.
Those were terrible days that none of us gladly recall. But in the end, one group of
Giskardianis prevailed, and took overwhelming control over the destiny of humankind. All
the remaining Calvinians fled before the terrible, searing dominance of R. Daneel Olivaw.
“Now just a few of those robot clans remain, cowering in secret corners of the Galaxy
while their components slowly decay. ”
Dors interrupted.
“The repair services of Eos are available to all. Daneel has put out a call for meetings.
The past is done with. ”
She nodded pointedly toward Plussix, whose eye cellp were now alight with consciousness.
The ancient one wa|s clearly following the conversation. Lodovik could sense it gathering
energy to speak.
“This is why you seek out this cell, Plussix's group, and make an offer of truce to the
others?” Turringen straightened his gray garments like an indignant bureaucrat. “All this,
merely to repeat Daneel's so-called offer? For us to come in peaceably, so our positronic
circuits can be tuned to accept the Zeroth Law?”
“No such modifications will be forced on anyone. Daneel specifically offers safe passage
to Eos for this revered elder. ” Dors bowed toward Plussix. “I am here, in part, to
arrange that journey, should Plussix accept. ”
“And the other part of your mission?” Zorma asked. Dors glanced toward Lodovik, then
Kallusin. "This group intends to take some sort of action here on Trantor,
possibly aimed at Hari Seldon. “ Her face became rigid and her voice stern. ”I will not
allow this. Far better that it never be attempted. Daneel summoned you other Calvinians in
hopes that you may be more persuasive than we are at dissuading the Plussix group from
such foolish gestures. "
Turringen feigned exasperation. “Plussix's group is no longer Calvinian! They have been
infected by the Voltaire meme-entity, the former sim-released from ancient vaults not far
below, and sent to Sark, to be 'discovered' by Seldon's agents. Another such sim now
plagues all the com-rtmnications systems on Trantor! Plussix released these destructive
intelligences to hinder Daneel-and indeed, they killed many of Daneel's robots-and our own
agents, as well! Now Plussix has partnered with this abomination”-he pointed at Lodovik
again-“which means you would cast the Three Laws to the winds. What could I say that would
deter any more madness?”