Eando Binder by Adam Link Robot

Author:Adam Link, Robot
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

Robot Rescue

I called Eve on the radio-telepathy. Poor Eve, sitting there in her cell twenty-four hours a day, waiting, hoping, perhaps despairing.

“Adam, I want to come to you,” she said almost immediately. “I cannot stand these horrible walls, and the chains binding me, and the cold stares of the prison people. Adam, let me come—”

Don’t forget that Eve—mentally—was a young, sensitive girl. Not a cold, passionless being of steel nerves. Think of your sister or wife in jail.

“Eve, dear,” I said gently, firmly. “You must trust me. It is only a few days now. And then you will be free. I swear it.”

Kay, at Jack’s apartment, gave a little shriek as I walked in. Small wonder. My clothes were tatters, half burned away, exposing plastic that was seared and blackened. My “chest” was a ruin of what looked like torn dead flesh, with metal shining through in places. The metal was dented where the slugs had struck. My nose was gone. Somewhere it had been knocked off. I remembered now the rather shocked glances of the few pedestrians I had passed in the late hour. But they had shrugged and walked on, perhaps disbelieving most of what they saw so dimly.

Jack laughed too, when I told the story. “You took them for a ride.” Then he sobered, grinding his teeth. “Harvey Brigg, of all people. Unimpeachable character—in daily life. Lives in a swell home in a respectable neighborhood. But Adam, we’re stumped now. You couldn’t get anything on him in a year’s trying, much less a few days.”

“I’ll wring a confession out of him,” I returned harshly. My hands were working.

“Adam!” It was Kay’s voice. She was peering at me in a shocked way.

I understood immediately. In her eyes—the disguise aside —I was a man, a human—a big strong man, but gentle in nature. It was not like me to speak of brutal methods, no matter what the circumstances.

“Sorry, Kay. Don’t fear that I’ve changed. It’s just that my blood boils, like that of any decent man’s, thinking of Harvey Brigg.” I spent a few seconds thinking. “A dictaphone. Jack, get me a dictaphone.”

“Wire it into his house?” Jack snorted. “My God, man, do you think you’re a wizard?”

“Wires? I won’t need wires. Get me the dictaphone and then drive me to my mountain laboratory.”

In the laboratory, I worked all the next day over the dictaphone Jack procured. It was simple, in a way, to eliminate the need of wires. In some basic mechanical principles, you human technicians are backward. Many things lie just before your nose. My creator Dr. Link—I mean no irreverence— spent years devising my body. In six months after I had come to life, I had improved my body four-fold.

Jack and Kay also patched up my torn chest with new plastic, remodeled a nose, and touched up my disguise in general. A new suit of clothes replaced the rags.

The next night I was behind the hedges of Harvey Brigg’s large home, with a black satchel.

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