"Asimov, Isaac - Robot City 02 - Suspicion - Michael McQuay" - читать интересную книгу автора (Asimov Isaac)

But Euler said nothing of the Key. Instead, he simply climbed from the tram and led them directly to the base of the tower, a tower that Derec had surmised was solid.
He?d never been more wrong.
At the robot?s approach, an entire block of the solid matter that formed the base simply melted away, leaving a gently sloping runway leading into the structure, another example of Derec?s theory about the intelligence of the building materials themselves.
They moved into the pyramid through a short, dark hallway that emptied into a maze of criss-crossing aisles and stairs that, in turn, led off in all directions within the structure.
?Try and memorize our path,? Derec whispered to Katherine. ?Just in case.?
?In case of what?? she asked. ?In case you haven?t figured it out, we?re not going anywhere.?
?This is the most important building in our city,? Euler said, as he took them up a series of stairs and escalators that zig-zagged at every landing and culminated in a long, well-lit hallway. ?This is where decisions are made, where . . . understanding takes place.?
They walked the hall, Arion hurrying ahead and disappearing down some stairs. The surrounding walls glowed lightly, with connecting hallways intersecting every ten feet.
They followed Arion?s path, changing direction several times before finding themselves standing in a large, well-lit room whose four walls angled in toward a ceiling, fifteen meters above, that poured in sunshine like a skylight.
The floor of the room was tiled in the form of a large compass, its four points forming the cornerstones of Robot City. In the center of the compass, under the direct rays of the sun, stood six robots in a circle, arms outstretched, their pincers grasping those of their neighbors on either side with space left for one more?Euler.
?This is the place where we seek perfection,? Euler said, and joined the circle, closing it.
?It?s almost religious,? Derec whispered to Katherine.
?Yeah,? she replied. ?It give me the creeps.?
Derec looked around the room. There were no chairs or tables, nothing upon which a human being could rest. The walls were inset with CRTs jammed side to side around the entire perimeter. Each screen showed its own view of Robot City. Many showed excavation sites, the large movers pushing and leveling soil. Other pictures were of the extrusion plant he had visited, and he was led to conjecture that there might be more than one. There were pictures of the reservoir he had splashed into, and strange, underground pictures taken through the eyes of roving cambots that showed mining tunnels, kilometer after kilometer of deserted tunnel. And finally, many of the screens simply showed the pinktinged blue of the sky.
?You have come to this place,? Euler said loudly, ?to help us in our search for correctness, for perfection, for completeness. We are the keys?human and robot?to the synergy of spirit. Synnoetics is our goal. I will introduce the rest of us and we will begin.?
?Synnoetics?? Katherine whispered.
?Man and machine,? Derec replied, ?the whole greater than the sum of the parts.?
?It is religious!? she rasped. ?And how did you know that??
Derec shrugged. ?This all feels so . . . comfortable to me.?
?You know Rydberg,? Euler said, ?and Avernus and Arion.? The robots nodded as their names were called. ?The rest of us . . . Waldeyer . . . ?
?Good day,? said a squat, roundish robot with wheels.
?Dante . . . ?
?I welcome you,? Dante said, his telescopic eyes sticking out several inches from his dome.
?And Wohler.?
A magnificent golden machine bowed formally without removing his pincers from his neighbors?. ?We are honored,? Wohler said.
?We will answer what questions we can from you,? Euler said, ?and hope that you will do the same.?
?If, as you say,? Derec told them, ?we are all looking for truth and perfection, then our meeting will be fruitful. I would like to begin by asking you why there are certain areas of life here that you will not discuss with us.?
Rydberg spoke. ?We are in a standby security mode that renders certain information classified by our programming.?
?Did our arrival prompt the institution of the security mode?? Katherine asked.
?No,? Euler said. ?It was in effect when you arrived. If, in fact, you arrived when you said you did. We must ask you again how you came to be here.?
Derec decided to try a little truth. It couldn?t hurt as long as no mention was made of the Key. Perhaps a dose of the truth might get them to open up about the Key?s existence. ?We materialized out of thin air atop this very building.?
?And where were you before that?? Wohler, the gold one, asked.
Derec walked slowly around the circle, studying his questioners. ?A Spacer way station named Rockliffe near Nexon, right on the edge of the Settlement Worlds quarantine zone.?
Arion, the mannequin, asked, ?What means, then, did you use to get from one place to the other??
?No means,? Derec said. ?We were simply transported here.?
There was silence for a moment. ?This does not coordinate with any information extant in memory,? Avernus said, his large dome following Derec?s progress around the circle.?
You?ve found no ship that could have brought us,? Derec said, ?and I?m sure you?ve searched.?
?That is correct,? Euler said, ?and our radar picked up no activity that could have been construed to be a vessel in our atmosphere.?
?I can?t explain it beyond that,? Derec said. ?Now, you answer a question for me. Where did you come from??
?Who are you addressing?? Euler asked.
?All of you,? Derec said.
Avernus answered. ?All of them except for me were constructed here, on Robot City,? he said. ?I was . . . awakened here, but believe I was constructed elsewhere.?
?Where??
?I do not know,? the large robot replied. ?My first i/o memories are of this place. Nothing in my pre-programming suggested anything of an origin.?
?Are you trying to say,? Katherine broke in, ?that all of you know nothing but the company of other robots? That your entire existence is here??
?Correct,? Rydberg said. ?Our master programming is well aware of human beings and their societies, but no formal relationship exists between our species.?
?Then how did you come to build this place?? Derec asked. ?How then, did it become important to you to make a world for humans??
?We are incomplete without human beings,? Waldeyer said, his squat dome swiveling to Derec and then Katherine. ?The very laws that govern our existence revolve around human interaction. We exist to serve independent thought, the higher realms of creativity that we are incapable of alone. We discovered this very quickly, without being told. Alone, we simply exist to no end, no purpose. Even artificial intelligence must have a reason to utilize itself. This world is the first utilization of that intelligence. We?ve been building it for humans, in order to make the perfect atmosphere in which human creativity can flourish to the greater completeness of us all. Without this world we are nothing. With it, we are vital contributing factors to the ongoing evolution of the universe.?
?Why would that matter to you?? Katherine asked.
?I have a theory about that,? Dante said, his elongated eyes glowing bright yellow. ?We are the product, the child if you will, of higher realms of creative thought. It seems impossible that the drives of that creative thought wouldn?t permeate every aspect of our programming. We want for nothing. We desire nothing. Yet, the incompleteness of our inactivity makes us . . . feel, for lack of a better word, useless and extraneous. Given the total freedom of our own world, we were driven to function in service.?