A. Bertram Chandler by Broken Cycle

Author:Broken Cycle
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-04-02T17:02:48+00:00

Chapter 15

She knew a lot about bicycles, and Panzen listened intently to every word of it. They knew, somehow, that he was listening. It was almost as though he were in the boat with them, as though he were not an artificial intelligence somewhere outside, hidden somewhere in that great, metallic latticework. He asked the occasional question—he seemed to find the principle of the three-speed gear especially fascinating—and prompted Una when, now and again, she faltered. Then he … withdrew. He said nothing more, refused to answer any questions. It was as though an actual physical presence had gone from them.

Una looked at Grimes. She murmured, “I still can’t believe that it—he—is only a robot … .”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Such human curiosity … .”

”Human curiosity? Intelligence and curiosity go hand in hand. One is nurtured by the other.”

“All right I grant you that. But this business of telepathy. The way in which he was able to pick our brains while we were sleeping.”

Grimes said, “There are telepathic robots. Have you never come across any in the course of your police duties?”

“Yes, but not real telepathy. Quite a few robots can natter away to each other on HF radio.”

“As you say, that’s not telepathy. Real telepathy. But I did, once, not so long ago, come across a couple of really telepathic robots. They had been designed to make them that way.” He chuckled. “And that’s how I got my promotion from lieutenant to lieutenant commander.”

“Don’t talk in riddles, John.”

“It was when I was captain of Adder, a Serpent Class courier. I had to carry one of the Commissioners of the Admiralty on an important mission. The robots—I hate to think what they must have cost!—were her personal servants.”

”Her servants?”

“The Commissioner in question is a lady. She treated her tin henchmen rather shabbily, giving one of them as a parting gift to a petty prince who had—mphm—entertained her. Its cobber spilled the beans to me about certain details of her love life.”

“You are rather a bastard, John. But … . Don’t interrupt me. I’m thinking. I’m. All right, I have to admit that this Panzen is telepathic. Even so, it seems to be a very limited kind of telepathy.”

“How so?”

“He was able to snoop around inside our minds while we were sleeping. But why didn’t he do the same when I was telling him all about bicycles? The three-speed gear, for example. I could—I can—visualize its workings clearly, but I lack the mechanical vocabulary to explain it. Why didn’t he just read my thoughts?”

“Perhaps he likes the sound of your voice. I do.”

“Don’t get slushy. Perhaps he can read our minds only when we have no conscious control over them.”

“Mphm. But he can hear us talking.”

“Only if he’s listening. And why should he be? Perhaps, at the moment, he’s too busy running the ship, even though the ship is himself. When you’re navigating you have a computer to do the real work—but he is the computer.”

“What are you getting at?”

“That we might take advantage of his lack of attention to ourselves and force him to take us where we want to go.

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