I, Robot. Айзек Азимов

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      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Introduction

      1. Robbie

      2. Runaround

      3. Reason

      4. Catch That Rabbit

      5. Liar!

       6. Little Lost Robot

       7. Escape!

       8. Evidence

       9. The Evitable Conflict

       About the Author

       By the Same Author

       About the Publisher

       The Three Laws of Robotics

      1 – A robot may not injure a human being, or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.

      2 – A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.

      3 – A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

      Handbook of Robotics, 56th Edition, 2058 A.D.

       Introduction

       I looked at my notes and I didn’t like them. I’d spent three days at US Robots and might as well have spent them at home with the Encyclopedia Tellurica.

       Susan Calvin had been born in the year 1982, they said, which made her seventy-five now. Everyone knew that. Appropriately enough, US Robots and Mechanical Men, Inc. was seventy-five also, since it had been in the year of Dr Calvin’s birth that Lawrence Robertson had first taken out incorporation papers for what eventually became the strangest industrial giant in man’s history. Well, everyone knew that, too.

       At the age of twenty, Susan Calvin had been part of the particular Psycho-Math seminar at which Dr Alfred Lanning of US Robots had demonstrated the first mobile robot to be equipped with a voice. It was a large, clumsy unbeautiful robot, smelling of machine-oil and destined for the projected mines on Mercury. —But it could speak and make sense.

       Susan said nothing at that seminar; took no part in the hectic discussion period that followed. She was a frosty girl, plain and colorless, who protected herself against a world she disliked by a mask-like expression and hypertrophy of intellect. But as she watched and listened, she felt the stirrings of a cold enthusiasm.

       She obtained her bachelor’s degree at Columbia in 2003 and began graduate work in cybernetics.

       All that had been done in the mid-twentieth century on ‘calculating machines’ had been upset by Robertson and his positronic brain-paths. The miles of relays and photocells had given way to the spongy globe of plantinumiridium about the size of a human brain.

       She learned to calculate the parameters necessary to fix the possible variables within the ‘positronic brain’, to construct ‘brains’ on paper such that the responses to given stimuli could be accurately predicted.

       In 2008, she obtained her Ph.D. and joined United States Robots as a ‘Robopsychologist’, becoming the first great practitioner of a new science. Lawrence Robertson was still president of the corporation; Alfred Lanning had become director of research.

       For fifty years, she watched the direction of human progress change – and leap ahead.

       Now she was retiring – as much as she ever could. At least, she was allowing someone else’s name to be inset upon the door of her old office.

       That, essentially, was what I had. I had a long list of her published papers, of the patents in her name; I had the chronological details of her promotions— In short I had her professional ‘vita’ in full detail.

       But that wasn’t what I wanted.

       I needed more than that for my feature articles for Interplanetary Press. Much more.

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