'Some of what we want, yes,' said Calvin. 'The university will keep Easy in its employ at a considerably higher rental fee. Furthermore, certain underground publicity concerning the trial will make it possible to place a few more of the EZ models in other institutions without danger of a repetition of this trouble.'
Then why have you come to see me?'
'Because I don't have all of what I want yet. I want to know why you hate robots as you do. Even if you had won the case, your reputation would have been ruined. The money you might have obtained could not have compensated for that. Would the satisfaction of your hatred for robots have done so?'
'Are you interested in human minds, Dr. Calvin?' asked Ninheimer, with acid mockery.
'Insofar as their reactions concern the welfare of robots, yes. For that reason, I have learned a little of human psychology.'
'Enough of it to be able to trick me!'
'That wasn't hard,' said Calvin, without pomposity. "The difficult thing was doing it in such a way as not to damage Easy.'
'It is like you to be more concerned for a machine than for a man.' He looked at her with savage contempt.
It left her unmoved. 'It merely seems so, Professor Ninheimer. It is only by being concerned for robots that one can truly be concerned for twenty-first-century man. You would understand this if you were a roboticist.'
'I have read enough robotics to know I don't want to be a roboticist!'
'Pardon me, you have read a book on robotics. It has taught you nothing. You learned enough to know that you could order a robot to do many things, even to falsify a book, if you went about it properly. You learned enough to know that you could not order him to forget something entirely without risking detection, but you thought you could order him into simple silence more safely. You were wrong.'
'You guessed the truth from his silence?'
'It wasn't guessing. You were an amateur and didn't know enough to cover your tracks completely. My only problem was to prove the matter to the judge and you were kind enough to help us there, in your ignorance of the robotics you claim to despise.'
'Is there any purpose in this discussion?' asked Ninheimer wearily.
'For me, yes,' said Susan Calvin, 'because I want you to understand how completely you have misjudged robots. You silenced Easy by telling him that if he told anyone about your own distortion of the book, you would lose your job. That set up a certain potential within Easy toward silence, one that was strong enough to resist our efforts to break it down. We would have damaged the brain if we had persisted.
'On the witness stand, however, you yourself put up a higher counterpotential. You said that because people would think that you, not a robot, had written the disputed passages in the book, you would lose far more than just your job. You would lose your reputation, your standing, your respect, your reason for living. You would lose the memory of you after death. A new and higher potential was set up by you—and Easy talked.'
'Oh, God,' said Ninheimer, turning his head away.
Calvin was inexorable. She said, 'Do you understand why he talked? It was not to accuse you, but to defend you! It can be mathmatically shown that he was about to assume full blame for your crime, to deny that you had anything to do with it. The First Law required that. He was going to lie—to damage himself—to bring monetary harm to a corporation. All that meant less to him than did the saving of you. If you really understood robots and robotics, you would have let him talk. But you did not understand, as I was sure you wouldn't, as I guaranteed to the defense attorney that you wouldn't. You were certain, in your hatred of robots, that Easy would act as a human being would act and defend itself at your expense. So you flared out at him in panic—and destroyed yourself.'
Ninheimer said with feeling, 'I hope some day your robots turn on you and kill you!'
'Don't be foolish,' said Calvin. 'Now I want you to explain why you've done all this.'
Ninheimer grinned a distorted, humorless grin. 'I am to dissect my mind, am I, for your intellectual curiosity, in return for immunity from a charge of perjury?'
'Put it that way if you like,' said Calvin emotionlessly. 'But explain.'
'So that you can counter future anti-robot attempts more efficiently? With greater understanding?'
'I accept that.'
'You know,' said Ninheimer, 'I'll tell you—just to watch it do you no good at all. You can't understand human motivation. You can only understand your damned machines because you're a machine yourself, with skin on.'
He was breathing hard and there was no hesitation in his speech, no searching for precision. It was as though he had no further use for precision.
He said, 'For two hundred and fifty years, the machine has been replacing Man and destroying the handcraftsman. Pottery is spewed out of molds and presses. Works of art have been replaced by identical gimcracks stamped out on a die. Call it progress, if you wish! The artist is restricted to abstractions, confined to the world of ideas. He must design something in mind—and then the machine does the rest.
'Do you suppose the potter is content with mental creation? Do you suppose the idea is enough? That there is nothing in the feel of the clay itself, in watching the thing grow as hand and mind work together? Do you suppose the actual growth doesn't act as a feedback to modify and improve the idea?'
'You are not a potter,' said Dr. Calvin.
'I am a creative artist! I design and build articles and books. There is more to it than the mere thinking of words and of putting them in the right order. If that were all, there would be no pleasure in it, no return.
'A book should take shape in the hands of the writer. One must actually see the chapters grow and develop. One must work and re-work and watch the changes take place beyond the original concept even. There is taking the galleys in hand and seeing how the sentences look in print and molding them again. There are a hundred contacts between a man and his work at every stage of the game—and the contact itself is pleasurable and repays a man for the work he puts into his creation more than anything else could. Your robot would take all that away.''
'So does a typewriter. So does a printing press. Do you propose to return to the hand illumination of manuscripts?'
'Typewriters and printing presses take away some, but your robot would deprive us of all. Your robot takes over the galleys. Soon it, or other robots, would take over the original writing, the searching of the sources, the checking and cross-checking of passages, perhaps even the deduction of conclusions. What would that leave the scholar? One thing only—the barren decisions concerning what orders to give the robot next! I want to save the future generations of the world of scholarship from such a final hell. That meant more to me than even my own reputation and so I set out to destroy U.S. Robots by whatever means.'
'You were bound to fail,' said Susan Calvin.
'I was bound to try,' said Simon Ninheimer.
Calvin turned and left. She did her best to feel no pang of sympathy for the broken man.
She did not entirely succeed.
Isaac Asimov, The Rest of the Robots
(Series: Robot # 0.20)
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