Part 15 (2/2)
”We'd better stay here.” Ariel settled into a comfortable position. ”Derec, tell us what you're planning while we have a chance to talk it over.”
”You mentioned their Laws of Humanics.” Derec nodded at Ariel.
”I don't remember the exact wording, but their provisional First Law of Humanics was to the effect that humans wouldn't injure another human or let one come to harm through inaction.”
”They just rewrote the First Law of Robotics.” Jeff shrugged.
”The Second Law of Humanics might help us,” said Derec. ”It says that humans must only give reasonable orders to a robot and not require anything that would distress it. Their Third Law of Humanics is the best one for us, though. It says that we must not harm a robot or let one come to harm through inaction, unless such harm is needed to help a human or allow a vital order to be carried out.”
”How do you want to use them?” Ariel asked.
”We need to violate the Third Law of Humanics and maybe the Second to prove that this isn't a utopia even for robots.” Derec looked at them both. ”You follow me?”
”So far,” said Jeff.
”How do we do that?” Ariel asked.
”Basically, we have to convince our victim that my physical condition is his fault. ”
”All right.” Jeff nodded. ”In other words, force it into shutting itself down because it thinks it has violated the First Law. That makes sense to me. We have a better chance of that than of wrestling it to the ground.”
”How?” Ariel demanded. ”They aren't exactly stupid. They'll know if they've harmed you or not.”
”We'll have to play-act a scene,” said Derec. ”I haven't really figured out the details. Maybe if it thinks it caused you two to attack me, or something like that.”
”I hear footsteps,” said Jeff.
Derec got down low and carefully looked around the nearest plant, up the slope. A lone humanoid robot was coming down the row. Derec gathered his feet under him and waited.
”What are we supposed to do?” Ariel whispered.
”We'll all have to improvise,” he whispered back, gesturing with his hand. ”Quiet.”
Just as the robot reached him, Derec threw himself forward to clutch at the robot's legs.
”Stop!” Derec called hoa.r.s.ely, looking up at the robot's face. He didn't have to fake his pain any, but he gave vent to it in his facial expression. ”You hurt me.”
The robot stopped, looking down at him. ”If I did so, it was inadvertent. I apologize.” The robot reached down to take Derec under its arms and lift him.
At the contact, Derec let out a scream and went limp. He slid out of the robot's grasp to lie on the ground face up.
”You've killed him!” Ariel screamed, jumping up. ”You murderer, you've killed him!”
Derec struggled not to smile at her vehemence. He lay with his eyes open, so he could follow what was happening.
”Looks that way,” said Jeff. ”Maybe you ought to shut down, pal. You can't go around violating the First Law like that.”
The robot was visibly quivering. ”I did not harm him. Our contact was minimal and of very low impact. This is a misunderstanding. I will help him find care.”
”No! Don't you touch him!” Ariel shouted, waving her arms wildly. ”You'll do it again.”
”Humans cannot die more than once,” said ';he robot. ”Besides, he is not dead.”
”He's in very bad shape,” said Jeff. ”It's your fault. Do you understand that?”
Derec started grimacing and writhing in pain, with relatively little play-acting required.
”I...could...not have harmed him,” the robot insisted. ”My contact...with him...would not damage him.”
The robot's hesitation revealed his doubt. Derec was encouraged. They just had to keep at it.
”And no reporting to the central computer,” Jeff said suddenly. ”I almost forgot. You haven't done that, have you?”
”No...I was...distracted.”
”Well, don't. That's an order. Second Law. Got it?” Jeff demanded, pointing a finger at him.
”Yes....”
”Don't you think you ought to shut down?” Ariel said forcefully, her hands on her hips. ”After doing this to him?”
”I am ... not ... convinced.”
”If you won't shut down,” said Jeff, ”then we'll have beat him up ourselves. And that will definitely be your fault.”
”That...is illogical.”
”Are you going to shut down or not?” Ariel demanded.
”No...I will not....”
”Wait a minute,” Derec wheezed, trying to sound as injured as he could. ”Do you admit that you are in doubt about this?”
”Yes.”
”Then you should at least agree to come with us where we can discuss it further.”
”That's right,” said Jeff. ”You can't argue that, can you?”
”Good idea,” said Ariel, looking up the slope. ”We, uh, don't want to be interrupted.”
”Carry me,” Derec said to the robot. ”Who are you, anyway? And what do you do?”
”I...am Pei,” said the robot, with somewhat less hesitation. ”My task is Architectural Designer.” He bent down and gently picked up Derec. ”Where...shall we go?”
”We want to be out of sight of this row,” said Jeff. ”But not too far. Uh, let's cross that row and go to the other side.”
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