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Elijah Baley and R. Daneel Olivaw team up to solve the roboticide of a robot identical to Olivaw on the Spacer world of Aurora. Fastolfe, who was last seen in The Caves of Steel, is the best roboticist on Aurora. Summary: Robots of Dawn brought a new dimension to interactions between humans and robots, and a new awareness of the bond between Elijah and Daneel. The prime suspect is a gifted roboticist who had the means, the motive, and the opportunity to commit the crime.

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It flicked off just as he thought of doing so and he sat blinking in the suddenly harsh light of the room. It was only then, when he had returned to his normal senses, that it occurred to him that for some minutes he had seemed to himself to have been out in space, without a protecting wall of any kind, and yet his Earthly agoraphobia had not been ac-tivated.

He had been perfectly comfortable, once he had ac-cepted his own nonexistence. The thought puzzled him and distracted him from his book-film viewing for a while. Periodically, he returned to the astrosimulator and took an-other look at space as seen from a vantage point just outside the spaceship, with himself nowhere present apparently.

Some-times it was just for a moment, to reassure himself that he was still not made uneasy by the infinite void. Sometimes he found himself lost in the pattern of the stars and he began lazily count-ing them or forming geometrical figures, rather luxuriating in the ability to do something which, on Earth, he would never have been able to do because the mounting agoraphobic uneas-iness would quickly have overwhelmed everything else. Eventually, it grew quite obvious that Aurora was brighten-ing.

It soon became easy to detect among the other dots of light, then unmistakable, and finally unavoidable. It began as a tiny sliver of light and, thereafter, it enlarged rapidly and began to show phases. It was almost precisely a half-circle of light when Baley be-came aware of the existence of phases. It is spring in the southern hemisphere. Eventually, we will move into orbit about Aurora and the phases will then change rapidly.

The Auroran day is divided into 10 Auroran hours, with each hour divided into Auroran minutes, which are, in turn, divided into Auroran seconds. An Auroran second is thus roughly equal to o. It was difficult to persuade the Aurorans, at first, to abandon the time units to which they were accustomed and both systems--the standard and the metric--were in use. Eventually, of course, the metric won out. At present we speak only of hours, minutes, and seconds, but the decimalized versions are in-variably meant.

The same system has been adopted throughout the Spacer worlds, even though, on the other worlds, it does not tie in with the natural rotation of the planet. Each planet also uses a local system, of course. That inconveniences the Spacer worlds where trade is concerned, but they allow Earth to go its way in this.

After all, Aurora must have a natural period of revolution about its sun that controls the cycle of its seasons. How is that measured? That is not considered a vital matter in chronology. Aurora accepts 30 of its days as equaling a month and io months as equaling a metric year. The metric year is equal to about o. The relationship is different on each world, of course. Ten days is usually referred to as a decimonth.

All the Spacer worlds use this system. One can, by computer, convert any day--past or present--into its position in the seasonal year if, for any reason, such informa-tion is desired.

And this is true on any world, where conversion to and from the local days is also as easily possible. And, of course, Partner Elijah, any robot can do the same and can guide human activity where the seasonal year or local time is relevant. The advantage of metricized units is that it supplies humanity with a unified chronometry that involves little more than deci-mal point shifts. Dates would have been given without explanation. What else would be given without explanation?

How far could he rely, then, on the knowledge he was gain-ing? He would have to ask questions constantly, take nothing for granted. There would be so many opportunities to miss the obvious, so many chances to misunderstand, so many ways of taking the wrong path. Aurora filled his vision now when he used the astrosimulator and it looked like Earth. Baley had never seen Earth in the same way, but there had been photographs in astronomy texts and he had seen those.

Baley watched raptly and thought: What if, for some reason, he had been taken into space, told he was being brought to Aurora, and was in reality being returned to Earth for some reason--for some subtle and insane reason. How could he tell the difference before landing? Was there reason to be suspicious? Was there any reason to suppose such a farfetched deception would be played upon him? What purpose would it serve?

If there were an obvious reason to do such a thing, he would have seen through it at once. Would Daneel be party to such a conspiracy? Surely not, if he were a human being. But he was only a robot; might there not be a way to order him to behave appropriately?

There was no way of coming to a decision. Baley found him-self watching for glimpses of continental outlines that he could recognize as Earthly or as non-Earthly. The glimpses that came and went hazily through the clouds were of no use to him. What he really knew of Earth were its underground Cities, its caves of steel. The bits of coastline he saw were unfamiliar to him--whether Aurora or Earth, he did not know.

Why this uncertainty, anyway? When he had gone to Solaria, he had never doubted his, destination; he had never suspected that they might be bringing him back to Earth. Now he felt there was no chance at all. Perhaps it was, then, that he wanted to be returned to Earth and was building a false conspiracy in his mind so that he could imagine it possible.

The uncertainty in his mind had come to have a life of its own. He found himself watching Aurora with an almost mad intensity, unable to come back to the cabin-reality. Aurora was moving, turning slowly-- He had watched long enough to see that. While he had been viewing space, everything had seemed motionless, like a painted backdrop, a silent and static pattern of dots of light, with, later on, a small half-circle included.

Was it the motionlessness that had enabled him to be nonagoraphobic? But now he could see Aurora moving and he realized that the ship was spiraling down in the final stage before landing. The clouds were bellying upward-- No, not the clouds; the ship was spiraling downward. The ship was moving. He was moving. He was suddenly aware of his own existence. He Page 46 was hurtling downward through the clouds. He was falling, unguarded, through thin air toward solid ground.

His throat constricted; it was becoming very hard to breathe. He told himself desperately: You are enclosed. The walls of the ship are around you. But he sensed no walls. He thought: Even without considering the walls, you are still enclosed.

You are wrapped in skin. But he sensed no skin. The sensation was worse than simple nakedness--he was an unaccompanied personality, the essence of identity totally un-covered, a living point, a singularity surrounded by an open and infinite world, and he was falling.

He wanted to close off the vision, contract his fist upon the control-edge, but nothing happened. His nerve-endings had so abnormalized that the automatic contraction at an effort of will did not work.

He had no will. Eyes would not close, fist would not contract. He was caught and hypnotized by terror, frightened into immobility. All he sensed before him were clouds, white--not quite white--off-white--a slight golden-orange cast-- And all turned to gray--and he was drowning.

He could not breathe. He struggled desperately to open his clogged throat, to cal! Baley was breathing as though he had just breasted the tape at the end of a long race. The room was askew and there was a hard surface under his left elbow. He realized he was on the floor.

Baley knew, without asking, what had happened. Giskard had seized that helpless human hand and clenched it upon the con-trol-edge to end the astrosimulation. He was still unable to speak. The two robots waited until Baley made a feeble movement to get up. Arms were under him at once, lifting him. He was placed in a chair and the control was gently taken away from him by Giskard.

You will have no fur-ther need of the astrosimulator, I believe. Now that Giskard knew he was wanted, he would wait a lengthy interval, perhaps indefinitely. Baley tried to gather his scattered wits.

Agoraphobia or not, there still remained his uncertainty about their destination. That had existed first and it might well have intensified the agorapho-bia. He had to find out. Giskard would not lie. A robot could not lie--unless very carefully instructed to do so. And why instruct Giskard? It was Daneel who was his companion, who was to be in his company at all times.

Giskard was merely a fetcher and carrier, a guard at the door. Surely there was no need to undergo the task of carefully instructing him in the web of lies. More than two real hours? It would only confuse. Forget it. Tau Ceti is a little cooler, therefore, and its light has a distinct orange tinge to fresh and unaccustomed Earth eyes. You will certainly see it in the appearance of the landscape--until your eyes grow accustomed to it. He had noticed the color difference, Baley thought, and had attached no importance to it.

A bad error. Did you have a reason for suspecting this, Partner Elijah? It may have been the result of the uneasiness that arose from subliminal agoraphobia. Staring at seemingly motion-less space, I felt no perceptible illness, but it may have lain just under the surface, creating a gathering uneasiness.

Knowing of your dislike for open spaces, it was wrong to subject you to astrosimulation or, having done so, to subject you to no closer supervision. I have supervision enough. The question in my mind is how closely I am to be supervised on Aurora itself. Embarrassingly enough, the intense experience he had passed through left him with a keen desire for a pipe of tobacco, some-thing he thought he had done away with altogether better than a year before.

He could feel the taste and odor of the tobacco smoke making its way through his throat and nose. He would, he knew, have to make do with the memory. On Aurora, he would on no account be allowed to smoke. There was no tobacco on any of the Spacer worlds and, if he had had any on him to begin with, it would have been removed and de-stroyed.

Fastolfe once we land. I have no power to make any decisions in this matter. Through the equivalent of an astrosimulator? With controls in my hand? You will speak face-to-face. He plans to meet you at the spaceport. Baley listened for the noises of landing. He did not know what they might be, of course. He did not know the mechanism of the ship, how many men and women it carried, what they would have to do in the process of landing, what in the way of noise would be involved.

A dim vibration? He heard nothing. I would prefer that you did not wait to tell me of any discomfort you might feel. I must help you at the very moment you are, for any reason, unhappy. He surely suffered as much in his way as I suffered in mine when I collapsed and he did not foresee it in time. A forbidden imbal-ance of positronic potentials may have no meaning to me, but it may produce in him the same discomfort and the same reaction as acute pain would to me.

He thought further: How can I tell what exists inside the pseudoskin and pseudoconsciousness of a robot, any more than Daneel can tell what exists inside me. There is none. I am merely trying to hear any noise that might tell me of the progress of the landing procedure, Partner Daneel.

You will feel acceleration, but that will be minimal, for this room will yield, to a certain extent, in the direction of the acceleration. The temperature may go up, but not more than two degrees Celsius. As for sonic effects, there may be a low hiss as we pass through the thickening atmosphere.

Will any of this disturb you? What does disturb mc is not being free to partic-ipate in the landing. I would like to know about such things. I do not want to be imprisoned and to be kept from the experi-ence. And if they did, why bother attacking me personally? Why not sabotage the ship?

If we imagine ourselves to be facing no-holds-barred vil-lains, they should find a ship--and the people aboard it--and you and Giskard--and myself, of course--to be a small price to pay.

The ship has been carefully studied. Any signs of sabotage would be detected. One hundred percent certain? Giskard and I were comfortable, however, with the thought that the certainty was quite high and that we might proceed with minimal expec-tation of disaster.

We arc approaching the landing and that is sure to be the danger moment. In fact, at this point there is no need to sabotage the ship. My personal danger is greatest now--right now. I will have to pass through the ship and be within reach of others.

Have you taken precautions to keep the landing safe? And, inci-dentally, we have landed. We arc now resting on the surface of Aurora.

He looked around wildly, but of course there was nothing to see but an enclosing room. He had felt and heard nothing of what Daneel had de-scribed. None of the acceleration, or heat, or wind whistle. How do I do that without being vulnerable to possible ene-mies? The wall promptly split in two, the two halves moving apart. Baley found himself looking into a long cylinder, a tunnel.

Others have it under observation from without. At the other end of the Page 51 tube, Dr. Fastolfe is waiting. Every effort to assure that precau-tions had been taken also assured him that those precautions were thought necessary. Baley liked to think he was no coward, but he was on a strange planet, with no way of telling friend from enemy, with no way of taking comfort in anything familiar except, of course, Daneel.

At crucial moments, he thought with a shiver, he would be without enclosure to warm him and to give him re-lief. Han Fastolfe was indeed waiting--and smiling. He was tall and thin, with light brown hair that was not very thick, and there were, of course, his ears. It was the cars that Baley remem-bered, even after three years.

Large ears, standing away from his head, giving him a vaguely humorous appearance, a pleasant homeliness. Baley wondered briefly if Auroran medical technology did not extend to the minor plastic surgery required to correct the un-gainliness of those ears. There is something to be said about a face that makes one smile.

Perhaps Fastolfe valued being liked at first glance. Or was it that he found it useful to be underestimated? Or just different? I remember you well, even though I persist in thinking of you as possessing the face of the actor who portrayed you. I shall never mention it again. Fastolfe hesitated perceptibly. I do not relish the thought of being Outside--in the open air, that is. For that matter, I do not relish having had to come to Aurora under the circumstances in which I find myself.

I have a closed car for you here and, when we come to my establishment, we will do our best to continue to keep you enclosed. I am prepared for that--as best I can be. That is not now the case, so please consent to be enclosed. Behind him, Baley was aware of both Daneel and Giskard, quite dissimilar in appearance but both identical in grave and waiting attitude--and both endlessly patient.

Quickly and smoothly, Daneel entered behind him, while Giskard, virtually simultaneously, in what seemed a! Baley found himself wedged, but not oppressively so, between them. In fact, he welcomed the thought that, between himself and the Outside, on both sides, was the thickness of a robotic body. But there was no Outside.

Fastolfe climbed into the front scat and, as the door closed behind him, the windows blanked out and a soft, artificial light suffused the interior. We need inter-fere in no way. I have gone to considerable trouble to make certain that as few people as possible know you will be in this car and certainly you will not be detected within it.

The trip by car--which rides on air-jets, by the way, so that it is an airfoil, actually--will not take long, but, if you wish, you can seize the opportunity to rest. You are quite safe now. I was protected to the point of imprisonment on the ship--and again now. Fastolfe laughed lightly. You arrive here at a time of crisis for us and I would rather be made to look silly by overreacting than to run the terrible risk that underreacting entails.

Fastolfe, that my failure here would be a blow to Earth. I am as determined as you are to pre-vent your failure. Believe me. Furthermore, my failure here, for whatever reason, will also be my personal and professional ruin on Earth. That would not be warranted. I will be the ob-vious target for a desperate Earth government. You may be sure I will do what I can. He leaned back against the soft upholstery and closed his eyes. The motion of the car was limited to a gentle lulling sway, but Baley did not sleep.

Instead, he thought hard--for what that was worth. Baley did not experience the Outside at the other end of the trip, either.

When he emerged from the airfoil, he was in an un-derground garage and a small elevator brought him up to ground level as it turned out. He was ushered into a sunny room and, as he passed through the direct rays of the sun yes, faintly orange , he shrank away a bit.

Fastolfe noticed. I will do that, if you like. I must acclimate myself. Baley, it is late morning here on this part of Aurora. If you have been awake for many hours and would like to sleep, that can be arranged. If you are wakeful but not hungry, Page 54 you need not eat. However, if you feel you can manage it, you are wel-come to have lunch with me in a short while. Even here?

Even here. We will be at the table in a few moments. We arc not at the Solarian level of ten thousand robots to a human being, but I have more than the average number--fifty-seven. The house is a large one and it serves as my office and my workshop as well.

Then, too, my wife, when I have one, must have space enough to be insulated from my work in a separate wing and must be served independently. I feel the less guilty at your having sent Giskard and Daneel to es-cort mc to Aurora. Giskard is my majordomo and my right hand.

He has been with me all my adult life. Giskard is the most reliable of my robots, strong and sturdy. He is not my servant, but an achievement of which I have the weakness to be extremely proud. He is the first of his class and, while Dr. Roj Nemennuh Sarton was his designer and mode! But he was my second humaniform and that makes a difference.

It is Daneel who is my first-born, so to speak--a special case. Baley, that on Earth the population is accustomed to what I might term natural food. We are having shrimp salad, together with bread and cheese, milk, if you wish, or any of an assortment of fruit juices. Ice cream for dessert. The taste would have to be acquired. There will just be the two of us and we will not stand on ceremony or indulge in unnecessary dining ritual.

I have relieved the tedium of the trip here by a rather intensive view-ing of material relating to Aurora and I know that proper polite-ness requires many aspects to a ceremonial meal that I would dread.

I must not lose time unnecessarily. We will indeed talk business and I imagine I can rely on you to say nothing to any-one concerning that lapse.

I would not want to be expelled from polite society. It is nothing to laugh at. Losing time may be more than an inconvenience alone. It could easily be fatal.

The room that Baley left was a spare one: several chairs, a chest of drawers, something that looked like a piano but had brass valves in the place of keys, some abstract designs on the walls that seemed to shimmer with light.

The floor was a smooth checkerboard of several shades of brown, perhaps designed to be reminiscent of wood, and although it shone with highlights as though freshly waxed, it did not feel slippery underfoot. The dining room, though it had the same floor, was like it in no other way. It was a long rectangular room, overburdened with decoration. It contained six large square tables that were clearly modules that could be assembled in various fashions.

A bar was to be found along one short wall, with gleaming bottles of various colors standing before a curved mirror that seemed to lend a nearly infinite extension to the room it reflected. Along the other short wall were four recesses, in each of which a robot waited. Both long walls were mosaics, in which the colors slowly changed.

One was a planetary scene, though Baley could not tell if it were Aurora, or another planet, or something completely imaginary. At one end there was a wheat field or something of that sort filled with elaborate farm machinery, all robot-con-trolled. The other long wall was astronomical. A planet, blue-white, lit by a distant sun, reflected light in such a manner that not the closest examination could free one from the thought that it was slowly rotating. The stars that surrounded it--some faint, some bright--seemed also to be changing their patterns, though when the eye concentrated on some small grouping and remained fixed there, the stars seemed immobile.

Baley found it all confusing and repellent. Far too expen-sive to be worth it, though, but Fanya would have it. As I said, just the two of us. For the duration, I have asked her to remain in her own quarters.

I do not want to subject her to this problem we have. You understand, I hope? Please take your scat. In the center was a tall, somewhat tapering cylinder that looked as though it might be a Page 57 gigantic chess pawn made out of a gray rocky mate-rial. Baley, as he sat down, could not resist reaching toward it and touching it with a finger.

Fastolfe smiled. It possesses simple controls that allows one to use it to deliver a fixed amount of any of a dozen different condiments on any portion of a dish.

To do it properly, one picks it up and performs rather intricate evolutions that are meaningless in themselves but that are much valued by fashion-able Aurorans as symbols of the grace and delicacy with which meals should be served.

When I was younger, I could, with my thumb and two fingers, do the triple genuflection and produce salt as the spicer struck my palm. All four operated in close coordination, weaving in and out without collision or any sign of difficulty. Baley watched them in astonishment.

They ended, without any apparent sign of prearrangements, one at each side of the table. They stepped back in unison, bowed in unison, turned in unison, and returned to the recesses along the wall at the far end of the room. Baley was suddenly aware of Daneel and Giskard in the room as well. He had not seen them come in. They waited in two recesses that had some-how appeared along the wall with the wheat field. Daneel was the closer. Ordinarily, it is customary for the robots to leave before lunch actually begins.

Robots do not eat, while human beings do. It therefore makes sense that those who eat do so and that those who do not leave. And it has ended by becoming one more ritual. It would be quite unthinkable to eat until the robots left. I felt that security came before etiquette and I felt that, not being an Auroran, you would not mind. Fastolfe lifted a fork, so did Baley.

Fastolfe made use of it, moving slowly and allowing Baley to see exactly what he was doing. Baley bit cautiously into a shrimp and found it delightful. He recognized the taste, which was like the shrimp paste produced on Earth but enormously more subtle and rich.

He chewed slowly and, for a while, despite his anxiety to get on with the in-vestigation while dining, he found it quite unthinkable to do anything but give his full attention to the lunch. It was, in fact, Fastolfe who made the first move. By all means. I ask your pardon. Your Auroran food caught mc by surprise, so that it was difficult for me to think of anything else.

An amusing term. It would do me no good to lie, even if I could bring myself to do so. It is notorious that I am the outstanding theoretical roboticist in all the Fifty Worlds. Fastolfe, might not the second-best theo-retical roboticist in all the worlds--or the third-best, or even the fifteenth-best--nevertheless possess the necessary ability to com-mit the deed? Does it really require all the ability of the very best?

Indeed, again in my opinion, I, myself, could only accomplish the task on one of my good days. Remember that the best brains in robotics--including mine-- have specifically labored to design positronic brains that could not be driven into mental freeze-out. Really certain? There was a public inquiry, my dear Earthman. I was asked the questions you arc now asking and I answered truthfully.

It is an Auroran custom to do so. But might you not have been swayed by a natural pride in yourself? That might also be typically Auroran, might it not? You have an interesting way of thinking, Mr. This would not have occurred to me.

Given a choice between admitting I was second-best and admitting I was guilty of, to use your phrase, a roboticide, you are of the opinion I would knowingly accept the latter. Fastolfe, I do not wish to present the matter quite so simplistically. Might it not be Page 59 that you deceive yourself into thinking you are the greatest of all roboticists and that you are completely unrivaled, clinging to that at all costs, because you unconsciously--unconsciously, Dr.

Fastolfe--realize that, in fact, you are being overtaken--or have even already been overtaken--by others. Quite wrong. Arc you certain that none of your robot-icist colleagues can approach you in brilliance? Sarton did, but he is dead--and he did not understand it as well as I do. The basic theory is mine. Has no one learned the theory? I have taught no one and I defy any other living roboticist to have developed the theory on his own.

Baley, no. I would have known such a young man. He would have passed through my laboratories. He would have worked with me. At the moment, no such young man exists. Eventually, one will; perhaps many will.