Chapter 12 Chapter 12 God, you are a robot!

Bayley looked up and nodded wearily at Julie Enderby as he entered the office. Juliel looked at the clock, "You've been here all night? No way?" "That's right," Bailey replied. Julier lowered his voice: "Did you encounter any trouble last night?" Bailey shook his head. "I've been thinking," Zhulier said, "I should find a way to minimize the possibility of riots. If there is anything" "Please, Chief!" Bailey said forcefully. "If anything happens, I'll let you know. There's nothing wrong with it."

"Okay then." Julier turned around and walked into his private office, which represented a dignified and privileged official. Bailey looked at his back and thought to himself: He probably slept soundly last night. Then Bailey leaned over to write his routine report.He wanted to explain something casually to cover up his actual activities in the past two days.He tapped the keys with his fingers, but the words and sentences in front of him were blurred and jumped.After a while, he suddenly found something standing by his table. "What are you doing?" He raised his head. This thing is R. Sammy.Bailey couldn't help thinking: Juliel's personal servant has many advantages to be the director.

R. Sammy had the same goofy grin. "The Chief wants to see you, Ilya. He told you to go at once." "He said he wanted to see you, right now," R. Sammy repeated. "Okay, okay, go away!" The robot stepped back, still muttering: "The director wants to see you, Ilya, right away. He said right away." "My God!" Bailey gritted his teeth. "I'll go! I'll go!" He stood up and walked towards the director's office. R. Sammy fell silent. As soon as Bailey entered the office, he said, "Please, Chief! Please don't let that goddamn thing watch me, will you?"

Julier didn't answer, just said: "Sit down, Ilya, sit down." Bailey sat down angrily.Maybe, his attitude towards Julier was unfair, maybe, this man didn't close his eyes at all last night.He looked rather tired. Julier tapped his fingers on the file in front of him. "Here is the record of your isolated radio call to Dr. Gary Joe in Washington." "That's right, Chief." "Because it is insulated, there is naturally no record of the conversation. What did you talk to him about?" "I asked for background information." "He's a roboticist, isn't he?"

"Yes." Julier's lower lip protruded outwards, like a pouting child. "What is your purpose? What information do you want to inquire about?" "I'm not quite sure, Chief. I just thought it might be helpful to find out more about robots in a case like this," Bailey said before closing his mouth.He won't elaborate, and if he doesn't say it, he won't say it. "I don't think so, Ilya, I don't think so. I don't think it's very clever." "What is your objection, Director?" "The less people know about it, the better."

"Of course, I'll try not to tell him the truth. It doesn't need to be said." "I still don't think it's smart to do that." Bailey was a little angry and impatient to talk to him: "Are you ordering me not to see him?" "No, no! Just do what you think is right. After all, you are in charge of the investigation. It's just..." "Just what?" Julier shook his head. "Nothing. By the way, he, do you know who I'm talking about and where is he?" "Daniel is still in the file room," Bailey said. Julier didn't speak for a long time, and then he said, "You know, we still haven't made any progress."

"So far, we really haven't made much progress. But things will turn around." "Okay." Julier looked dissatisfied. Bailey returned to his seat, and R. Daniel was standing at his desk. "How is it? What have you gained?" Bailey's tone was impatient. "I checked the files quickly, partner Ilya, and found two people who followed us last night, and these two people also appeared in the shoe store incident last time." "Oh? Let's take a look." R. Daniel put the cards as small as postage stamps in front of Bailey.There are also many small dots of code on the card.The robot also brought a decoding machine and inserted the card into the slot.The PIN dots on the card are teletype, which is different from the teletype of the card itself.Therefore, the electric field passing through the card was distorted very clearly, and the three-by-six-inch screen on the decoder was filled with words.If these texts are not encrypted, the weight is quite large, and they have to be printed on several sheets of standard report paper.Without the police decoding machine, it is impossible for anyone to decipher the text.

Bailey looked over the documents with a blank expression.One of them, Francis Crowther, was thirty-three when he was arrested two years ago.Arrested for inciting riots, occupation is a yeast factory technician in New York.Address, parents, hair and eye color, obvious features, educational background, work experience, brief introduction of psychological analysis, brief introduction of physiological condition, various materials, etc., and finally the three-dimensional photos of the criminal photo archives. "Have you checked the photo?" Bailey asked. "Looked it up, Elijah."

The other is Gerhard Paul. Bailey looked at the information on the card. "It's not helpful at all," he said. R. Daniel said: "I'm sure it won't be useless. If this murder is really instigated by a certain Earthling organization, then these two people are members of the organization. This is obviously very possible, Shouldn't we? Shall we bring them in for questioning?" "You can't ask anything from them." "Both of these guys have been in shoe stores and restaurants. They can't deny that." "Being there is not a crime. And, they can still deny it. It's as simple as saying they haven't been there. How do we prove they're lying?"

"I saw them." "That's not evidence." Bailey was furious. "Even if it goes to court, the judge will not believe that you can remember the faces of these two people among a million blurred faces!" "But there is no doubt about it. I do remember." "Yeah. Tell them what you are. Once you say it, you're no longer a witness. Your kind of thing is not recognized in court on Earth." "Then I think you've changed your mind." "What's the meaning?" "Yesterday in the restaurant, you said you don't have to catch them. You said that as long as I remember their faces, we can catch them anytime."

"Well, I didn't really think about it," Bayley said. "I'm crazy not to do it." "Even if it's to break through the opponent's psychological defense? They won't know that we have no legal evidence of their conspiracy plan." "Listen, Dr. Gary Joe from Washington will be here in half an hour, and I'm waiting for him." Bailey's tone was a little displeased. "Shall we talk after he's gone?" "Okay, I'll wait," said R. Daniel. Anthony Garragio was a man of medium height, stern, and extremely polite, who looked nothing like the most knowledgeable roboticist on the planet. He was about twenty minutes late and apologized profusely for that.Bailey, white with rage and nervousness, shrugged impolitely, ignoring the Doctor's apology.Then he checked to see if the pre-booked meeting room D was available, and repeatedly explained that even if the sky fell within an hour, they could not be disturbed.He led Dr. Gary Chew and R. Daniel through a hallway, up a ramp, and through a door into a conference room protected from interception. Before sitting down, Bailey carefully checked the walls of the conference room.He listened carefully to the soft vibrating sound of the jump meter in his hand. If there was a crack in the soundproof wall, even a small one, it would weaken the steady sound of the jump meter.He pointed the beat meter at the ceiling, the floor, and, with special care, the door.Inspection results showed no cracks. Dr. Gary Chew smiled.He seemed like someone who never laughed, only smiled.His clothes were neat to the point of being fussy.His iron-gray hair was brushed back in silence, and his face was flushed as if it had just been washed.He sat perfectly, straight and straight, as if he had been told by his mother to maintain good posture since he was a child, but he had overcorrected it so much that his spine could no longer bend. "You're making it look horrible," he said to Bailey. "This matter is very important, doctor. Perhaps only you can provide me with the information I need about the robot. Of course, everything we talk about here is top secret. After leaving here, I hope you forget what we have said Every word you say is the request of the government authorities." Bailey looked at his watch after speaking. The smile faded from the roboticist's face. "I'm going to explain why I'm late." He clearly took it to heart. "I didn't fly, I'm going to get airsick." "Oh, what a pity!" said Bailey.He checked the standard unit of the bouncer one last time, made sure it was all right, set it aside, and sat down. "Maybe it's not airsickness, just nervousness. It's a mild agoraphobia. It's nothing terribly abnormal, but it's what I have. So I took the freeway here." Bailey was suddenly interested: "Skyphobia?" "It sounds awful, but it's nothing," said the roboticist quickly. "It's just a feeling of flying. Have you ever flown, Mr. Bailey?" "Traveled several times." "Then you must know what I mean. It's a feeling of being surrounded by void. Thinking about it, there is only a layer of metal two centimeters thick between you and the air. This feeling is really uncomfortable." "That's why you changed to Gaoyuan Road Belt?" "right." "From Washington to New York?" "Well, I've done that before. It's easy since we have the Baltimore-Philadelphia tunnel." It's really easy.Bailey himself had never traveled between New York and Washington on the highway, but he knew it wasn't difficult.For two hundred years, Washington, Baltimore, Philadelphia, and New York have expanded to almost touch each other. "Quad" has almost become the official name for the entire coastal region, and there are even many who advocate the merging of the four administrative districts into one megalopolis.Bailey himself disagrees with the idea.New York alone is already too big, and it is almost beyond the management of a centralized government, let alone the merger of four cities?If a city has a population of more than 50 million, it's no wonder it's not crushed by itself. "The problem is," Dr. Gary Chew was still explaining, "I missed a shuttle line in the Chester area of ​​Philadelphia, and I was delayed. Plus I had some trouble waiting for a shuttle room to be assigned, so that's why I'm in the middle of nowhere. be late." "It's all right, doctor, don't take it to heart. But what you said is interesting. You said you don't like flying, so I have a question for you, Dr. Gary Chew. I don't know if you like walking Go out of town?" "Why do you want to?" He was taken aback, and very disturbed. "This is just a hypothetical question, doctor. I'm not implying that you are really going. I just want to know your reaction to this matter." "My reaction was that I was very uncomfortable." "Suppose you had to leave the city at night and walk more than a kilometer across country?" "I don't think anyone can convince me to do it." "Regardless of how important it is?" "If it was for the safety of myself or my family, I might give it a try..." He looked a little embarrassed. "Mr. Bailey, may I ask why you are asking me this?" "Well, here it is. There has been a serious crime, a particularly disturbing murder. I cannot tell you the details, but we have a hypothesis that the murderer did something to us in order to commit the crime. The matter just discussed. He crossed the open country alone at night. We deduce so, but do not know what kind of man would do such a thing." Dr. Gary Chew looked terrified: "I don't know. Of course it's not me. But I think it's possible to find a few bold people out of millions of people." "So you think it's impossible for most people to do such a thing?" "Yes, of course it's unlikely." "Then, if there is in fact another explanation for the crime, a plausible explanation, that should be considered." Dr. Gary Chew's back straightened up, and his well-maintained hands rested on his lap, making him look even more uncomfortable. "Do you have another explanation in mind?" "Yes. I think, for example, that a robot can cross open country without difficulty." Dr. Gary Chew stood up. "Oh, Mr. Bailey!" "Is there anything wrong?" "You mean a robot could commit a crime?" "Is it not possible?" "Murder? Killing humans?" "Yes. Please sit down, Doctor." The roboticist complied and sat down. "Mr. Bailey," he said, "the case involves two actions: walking through the country, and murder. The latter is easy for a human being, but the former is difficult for him. A robot Well, although he can do the previous action, it is impossible to take the latter action. The possibility of the hypothesis you raised before is very low, and the hypothesis you put forward now is even less likely to be established." "'Impossible' is an extremely strong word, Doctor." "Have you ever heard of the first law of robotics, Mr. Bailey?" "Of course I have. I can even quote verbatim that a robot must not harm a human being, nor should a human being be harmed by inaction." Bailey said, suddenly pointing to the robot expert in front of him and asked: "Why? Can a robot be built without obeying the first law? Why is this law so sacrosanct?" Dr. Gary Chew was taken aback, and immediately laughed, "Oh, Mr. Bailey!" "Please answer!" "Mr. Bailey, if you know a little about robots, you must know that making a positron brain is a very difficult job, which involves both mathematics and electronics." "I have the concept," Bailey said.He still clearly remembers visiting a robot factory while working on a case.At that time, he had looked at their library. Those film books were very long, and each book recorded a type of mathematical analysis data of the positron brain.These materials are already recorded in abbreviated symbols, but at normal scanning speed, it takes more than an hour to read a book on average.From this, Bailey learned that no two positronic brains could be made identical, even under the strictest design rules.He knew it was a consequence of Heisenberg's uncertainty principle.Therefore, there is an appendix at the back of every positronic brain material, listing all the possibilities of variation. This work is indeed not easy.Bailey couldn't deny that. Dr. Gary Chew continued: "If this is the case, then you must understand that if you want to design a new type of positron brain, even if you only do a little innovation, it will not be completed overnight. Generally speaking, this The design needs to mobilize all the researchers in a medium-sized factory, and it will take a year to complete. Moreover, fortunately, the circuit of the positron brain has a standardized basic theory that can provide further design, otherwise the time and manpower it consumes will be overwhelming. It doesn't end there. The basic theory of standardization involves the three laws of robotics. The first law you have just quoted, the second law is: 'A robot must obey the orders of humans unless it violates the first law.' And the The Law of Three says: 'A robot must protect its own existence so long as it does not violate the First and Second Laws.' Do you understand?" R. Daniel, who had been listening to their conversation, interrupted at this moment: "Ilya, if you don't mind, I want to confirm with Dr. Gary Joe what he means. Sir, you mean that anyone who is making robots At that time, if the positron brain is not designed according to these three laws, then a new set of basic theories must be established, and it will take many years to establish a new set of basic theories?" Dr. Gary Chew looked thankful. "Yes, yes, that's what I mean. This gentleman is..." Bailey introduced him cautiously: "Dr. Gary Joe, this is Daniel Oliva." "Hello, Mr. Oliva." Dr. Gary Joe shook hands with R. Daniel. "According to my estimation, it takes about Fifty years." "Hasn't this kind of thing been done before?" Bailey said, "I mean, Doctor, we've been making robots for thousands of years. Is there no one or some group that can To spend fifty years doing this kind of thing?" "Of course you can," Dr. Gary Chew said, "but it's not something that people want to do or like to do." "That's not convincing. Humans can do anything out of curiosity." "But it doesn't motivate people to try to make harmful robots. Mr. Bailey, human beings have a strong Frankenstein complex." "what?" "Frankenstein. It originated from a very popular novel in the Middle Ages. In the novel, a robot is hostile and attacks the scientist who created it. I haven't read the book myself, but it doesn't matter. I want to say Unfortunately, no robot has ever been built that does not possess the first law." "Doesn't even a theory exist to make it?" "As far as I know, no. And I..." He smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm also very knowledgeable." "Is it impossible for a robot with the first law to kill?" "Absolutely not. Except in completely unexpected circumstances, unless it is necessary to save two or more people. In either case, the potential of the electron will increase, and finally put The structure of the positronic brain is destroyed beyond recovery." "Well," Bailey said, "this is all just representative of what's happening on Earth, isn't it?" "Yes, of course." "What about the outside world?" Dr. Gary's confidence seemed to slip away. "Oh, my dear Mr. Bailey, I can't say I have knowledge of it myself, but I believe that if they have devised harmful positronic brains, and if their mathematics have been established, we will hear about them. .” "Really? Well, I'm going to propose another idea, Dr. Gary Joe, I hope you don't take offense." "No, it's all right." He looked helplessly from Bailey to R. Daniel. "After all, if it's as important as you say it is, I'll be more than happy to help as best I can." "Thank you, Doctor. My question is, why make anthropomorphic robots? I mean, I've seen them all my life, but now it occurs to me that I don't understand why anthropomorphic robots exist. What. Why do robots have heads, arms, and legs? Why do they always have to behave more or less like humans?" "You mean, why don't they just function like other machines?" "Yes." Bailey said, "Why?" Dr. Gary Chew smiled. "Seriously, Mr. Bailey, you were born too late. In the early robotics literature, this issue has been discussed countless times, and the debate is quite fierce. If you have any questions about the functionalist school and anti-functionalism at that time If you are interested in the debate of the doctrine school, I recommend you to read the book History of Robots written by Hanford. He minimizes the mathematical information in this book. I think you will find this book very interesting. "I'll take a look at it when I get a chance." Bailey said patiently, "Now, can you give me an idea first?" "It's an economic consideration. Think about it, Mr. Bailey, if you run a farm, you're going to have a regular What about electronic brains, or would you rather use ordinary machines without positronic brains and then operate them through a robot equipped with positronic brains? I remind you that the latter method requires only one-fiftieth or one percent one fee." "But why do you need a human form?" "Because the human form is the most successful multifunctional form in nature. We are not animals that specialize in one thing, Mr. Bailey, except for the nervous system and certain organs. If you were to design a robot to do There are many different things, so only imitating the human body structure is the best. In addition, all our technologies are also based on matching the human body. Look at the car, its controller size, shape , are trying to make it easier for human hands and feet to grasp, hold, step on, etc., and the design of the car body is also in line with the length of the human body and the joint activities of the limbs. Even simple things like chairs, tables, knives, forks, etc. It’s all designed to fit the size of the human body and the way it’s used. So instead of completely redesigning the principles of our tools, it’s much easier to make robots that mimic the human form.” "I see, there is some truth in saying that. But there is another point, Doctor, aren't the robots made by roboticists in the outside world more human-like than what we have made?" "I believe so." "So, is it possible for them to make a robot that is so human-like that it can be perceived as a real person if it's not told first?" Dr. Gary Qiu raised his eyebrows and thought about it carefully. "I think they can do it, Mr. Bailey. But it's expensive. I doubt the benefits of building such a robot will outweigh the costs." "Do you think," Belley continued relentlessly, "that they can make a robot that you wouldn't be able to tell the real from the fake?" The roboticist smiled. "Oh, Mr. Bailey, I don't believe they can do that, really! Robots have—" Dr. Gary Chew froze suddenly at this point.He slowly turned to R. Daniel, his flushed face suddenly turned pale. "Oh! My God!" he whispered, "My God!" He reached out and touched R. Daniel's cheek carefully. R. Daniel didn't evade, but just watched the robot expert calmly. "My God!" Gary Qiu was on the verge of tears, "You're a robot!" "It took you a long time to understand." Bailey's tone was a little mocking. "I didn't expect that. I've never seen a robot like it. Outerworlds?" "Yes." Bailey replied. "Now I can see it. The way he moves, the way he talks. It's not a flawless copy, Mr. Bailey." "It's pretty good though, isn't it?" "Oh, of course, just amazing? I doubt anyone can tell he's a dummy at a glance. I'm very grateful that you let me see him with my own eyes. May I examine him?" said the roboticist eagerly. Belley held out his hand. "Please, Doctor. But wait a minute. You know, we still have to talk about the murder first." "So, is it true?" Dr. Gary Qiu looked very disappointed. "I thought it might just be a trick to attract my attention and see how long I can be tricked?" "This is not a trick, Mr. Gary Qiu. Now please tell me, if the purpose of creating such an anthropomorphic robot is to pretend to be a human being, then must its brain characteristics be as close as possible to that of a human brain?" "certainly." "Okay. Is it possible that such an anthropomorphic brain doesn't have a first law? Maybe it was accidentally left out. You say that this principle is not well known, so is it possible that the maker of this robot didn't do it for that reason?" Does it come with the first law? Perhaps they simply don't know what dangers to avoid." Dr. Gary Chew shook his head vigorously. "No! No! Impossible!" "Are you so sure? Well, let's test the second law Daniel first, and give me your blaster gun." Bailey kept his eyes fixed on the robot in front of him, holding his own blaster tightly in his hand. Daniel said blankly: "Take it, Ilya." As he spoke, he handed the handle upside down. "The criminal police will never hand it over," Bailey said, "but robots have no choice. They must obey humans." "Mr. Bailey," said Dr. Gary Chew, "it is a different matter when obedience conflicts with the first law." "Did you know, Doctor? Daniel once pulled out his blaster gun at an unarmed crowd and threatened to fire it." "But I didn't drive it," said R. Daniel. Gary Chew bit his lip. "I need to know the actual situation at the time to judge. But this incident does sound unusual." "Well, think about the situation again! R. Daniel was there when the murder happened, and if you think it's impossible for Earthlings to get across the open countryside, the only one who, of all the people on the scene, could have The only one it hides is Daniel." "Hide it?" Gary Joe asked. "Let me explain. The murder blaster was never found. The murder scene was scoured, but it was never found. Of course it couldn't have disappeared like a puff of smoke. It could have been in only one place, and only that place, and they It never occurred to me to search." "Where is it, Elijah?" asked R. Daniel. Bailey drew out his blaster and aimed it firmly at the droid. "In your food pouch," he said, "in your food pouch, Daniel!"