“How long will it take to reach Vasilia’s establishment?”
“Not long, Partner Elijah. She is at the Robotics Institute, as perhaps you know.”
There were some moments of silence and then Baley said, “It looks cloudy near the horizon there.”
Giskard negotiated a curve at high speed, the airfoil tipping through an angle of some thirty degrees. Baley choked back a moan and clung to Daneel, who flung his left arm around Baley’s shoulders and held him in a strong viselike grip, one hand on each shoulder. Slowly, Baley let out his breath as the airfoil righted itself.
Daneel said, “Yes, those clouds will bring precipitation later in the day, as predicted.”
Baley frowned. He had been caught in the rain once once—during his experimental work in the field Outside on Earth. It was like standing under a cold shower with his clothes on. There had been sheer panic for a moment when he realized that there was no way in which he could reach for any controls that would turn it off. The water would come down forever!—Then everyone was running and he ran with them, making for the dryness and controllability of the City.
But this was Aurora and he had no idea what one did when it began to rain and there was no City to escape into. Run into the nearest establishment? Would refugees automatically be welcome?
Then there was another brief turn and Giskard said, “Sir, we are in the parking lot of the Robotics Institute. We can now enter and visit the establishment that Dr. Vasilia maintains on the Institute grounds.”
Baley nodded. The trip had taken something between fifteen and twenty minutes (as nearly as he could judge, Earth time) and he was glad it was over. He said, rather breathlessly, “I want to know something about Dr. Fastolfe’s daughter before I meet her. You did not know her, did you, Daneel?”
Daneel said, “At the time I came into existence, Dr. Fastolfe and his daughter had been separated for a considerable time. I have never met her.”
“But as for you, Giskard, you and she knew each other well. Is that not so?”
“It is so, sir,” said Giskard impassively.
“And were fond of each other?”
“I believe, sir,” said Giskard, “that it gave Dr. Fastolfe’s daughter pleasure to be with me.”
“Did it give you pleasure to be with her?”
Giskard seemed to pick his words. “It gives me a sensation that I think is what human beings mean by ‘pleasure’ to be with any human being.”
“But more so with Vasilia, I think. Am I right?”
“Her pleasure at being with me, sir,” said Giskard, “did seem to stimulate those positronic potentials that produce actions in me that are equivalent to those that pleasure produces in human beings. Or so I was once told by Dr. Fastolfe.”
Baley said suddenly, “Why did Vasilia leave her father?”
Giskard said nothing.
Baley said, with the sudden peremptoriness of an Earthman addressing a robot, “I asked you a question, boy.”
Giskard turned his head and stared at Baley, who, for a moment, thought the glow in the robot’s eyes might be brightening into a blaze of resentment at the demeaning word.
However, Giskard spoke mildly and there was no readable expression in his eyes when he said, “I would like to answer, sir, but in all matters concerning that separation, Miss Vasilia ordered me at that time to say nothing.”
“But I’m ordering you to answer me and I can order you very firmly indeed—if I wish to.”
Giskard said, “I am sorry. Miss Vasilia, even at that time, was skilled in robotics and the orders she gave me were sufficiently powerful to remain, despite anything you are likely to say, sir.”
Baley said, “She must have been skilled in robotics, since Dr. Fastolfe told me she reprogrammed you on occasion.”
“It was not dangerous to do so, sir. Dr. Fastolfe himself could always correct any errors.”
“Did he have to?”
“He did not, sir.”
“What was the nature of the reprogramming?”
“Minor matters, sir.”
“Perhaps, but humor me. Just what was it she did?”
Giskard hesitated and Baley knew what that meant at once. The robot said, “I fear that any questions concerning there programming cannot be answered by me.”
“You were forbidden?”
“No, sir, but the reprogramming automatically wipes out what went before. If I am changed in any particular, it would seem to me that I have always been as changed and I would have no memory of what I was before I was I changed.”
“Then how do you know the reprogramming was minor?”
“Since Dr. Fastolfe never saw any need of correcting what Miss Vasilia did—or so he once told me—I can only suppose the changes were minor. You might ask Miss Vasilia, sir.”
“I will,” said Baley.
“I fear, however, that she will not answer, sir.”
Baley’s heart sank. So far he had questioned only Dr. Fastolfe, Gladia, and the two robots, all of whom had overriding reasons to cooperate. Now, for the first time, he would be facing an unfriendly subject.
37
Baley stepped out of the airfoil, which was resting on a grassy plot, and felt a certain pleasure in feeling solidity beneath his feet.
He looked around in surprise, for the structures were rather thickly spread, and to his right was a particularly large one, built plainly, rather like a huge right-angled block of metal and glass.
“Is that the Robotics Institute?” he asked.
Daneel said, “This entire complex is the Institute, Partner Elijah. You are seeing only a portion and it is more thickly built up than is common on Aurora because it is a self-contained political entity. It contains home establishments, laboratories, libraries, communal gymnasia, and so on. The large structure is the administrative center.”
“This is so un-Auroran, with all these buildings in view at least judging from what I saw of Eos—that I should think there would be considerable disapproval.”
“I believe there was, Partner Elijah, but the head of the Institute is friendly with the Chairman, who has much influence, and there was a special dispensation, I understand, because of research necessities.” Daneel looked about thoughtfully. “It is indeed more compact than I had supposed.”
“Than you had supposed? Have you never been here before, Daneel?”
“No, Partner Elijah.”
“How about you, Giskard?”
“No, sir!” said Giskard.
Baley said, “You found your way here without trouble and you seem to know the place.”
“We have been suitably informed, Partner Elijah,” said Daneel, “since it was necessary that we come with you.”
Baley nodded thoughtfully then said, “Why didn’t Dr. Fastolfe come with us?” and decided, once again, that it made no sense to try to catch a robot off-guard. Ask a question rapidly or unexpectedly—and they simply waited until the question was absorbed and then answered.—They were never caught off guard.
Daneel said, “As Dr. Fastolfe said, he is not a member of the Institute and feels it would be improper to visit uninvited.”
“But why is he not a member?”
“The reason for that I have never been told, Partner Elijah.”
Baley’s eyes turned to Giskard, who said at once, “Nor I, sir.”
Did not know? Were told not to know?—Baley shrugged. It did not matter which. Human beings could lie and robots be instructed.
Of course, human beings could be browbeaten or maneuvered out of a lie—if the questioner were skillful enough or brutal enough—and robots could be maneuvered out of instruction—if the questioner were skillful enough or unscrupulous enough—but the skills were different and Baley had none at all with respect to robots.
He said, “Where would we be likely to find Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe?”
Daneel said, “This is her establishment immediately before us.”
“You have been instructed, then, as to its location?”