The Positronic Man (Page 77)

The floor stopped trying to jump up and hit him. His vision stopped playing tricks on him. His hands finally stopped their infuriating shaking. When he walked, he was no longer in danger of stumbling and falling. He was himself again, in most of the essential ways.

But a certain sense of weakness still remained with him, or so he thought: a pervasive chronic weariness, a feeling that he needed to sit down and rest awhile before going on to whatever might be his next task.

Perhaps it was only his imagination. The surgeon said that he was recovering quite well.

There was a syndrome called hypochondria, Andrew knew, in which you felt that you were suffering from conditions that in fact you did not have. It was a fairly common thing among human beings, he had heard. People who were hypochondriacs found all manner of symptoms in themselves that no medical tests could confirm; and the more thought they gave to the possibility that they might be ill, the more symptoms they discovered.

Andrew wondered whether in his long unceasing quest to attain full humanity he had somehow managed to contract a case of hypochondria, and smiled at the thought. Quite likely he had, he decided. His own testing equipment showed no measurable degrading of his performance capabilities. All parameters were well within permissible deviation. And yet-yet-he felt so tired

It had to be imaginary. Andrew ordered himself to give his feelings of weariness no further thought. And, tired or not, he made one more journey across the continent to the great green-glass tower of the World Legislature in New York to pay a call on Chee Li-hsing.

He entered her grand and lofty office and she beckoned him automatically to a seat before her desk, the way she would have done with any other visitor. But Andrew had always preferred to stand in her presence, out of some obscure impulse of courtesy that he had never tried to explain to himself, and he did not want to sit now-especially not now. It would be entirely too revealing to do that Nevertheless, he found after a moment or two that standing seemed a bit troublesome to him, and he leaned, as unobtrusively as he could manage, against the wall.

Li-hsing said, "The final vote will come this week, Andrew. I’ve tried to delay it, but I’ve run out of parliamentary maneuvers, and there’s nothing more I can do. It’ll be voted on and we’ll lose. -and that will be it, Andrew."

Andrew said, "I’m grateful for your skill at delaying things. It provided me with the time I needed-and I took the gamble I had to take."

Li-hsing gave him a troubled look. "What gamble do you mean, Andrew?" And then, with some irritation in her voice: "You’ve been so mysterious these past months! Hinting darkly at this or that big project, but refusing to let anybody know what it was that you were up to-"

"I couldn’t, Li-hsing. If I had told you anything-or had said a word to the people at Feingold and Charney-I would have been stopped. I’m sure of that. You could have stopped me, you know, simply by ordering me not to proceed. The Second Law: there’s no way for me to put up resistance against that Simon DeLong would have done the same. So I had to keep quiet about my plans until I had carried them out"

"What is it that you have done, Andrew?" Chee Li-hsing asked, very quietly, almost ominously.

Andrew said, "The brain was the issue, that was what we agreed-the positronic brain vs. the organic one. But what was the real issue behind that? My intelligence? No. I have an unusual mind, yes, but that’s because I was designed to have an unusual mind, and after me they broke the mold. Other robots have outstanding mental abilities along one line or another, whatever specialty it is that they’ve been designed to perform, but basically they’re pretty stupid things. The way a computer is stupid, no matter how many trillion times faster than a human it can add up a column of numbers. So it isn’t my intelligence that makes people envious of me, not really. There are plenty of humans who can think rings around me."

"Andrew-"

"Let me have my say, Li-hsing. I’m getting to the point, I promise you."

He shifted his position against the wall, hoping that Li-hsing wouldn’t notice that he didn’t seem to have the strength to stand up unsupported for many minutes at a time. But Andrew suspected that she had already registered that fact. She was staring at him in an uncertain, troubled way.

He said, "What is the greatest difference between my positronic brain and a human one? It’s that my brain is immortal. All the trouble we’ve been having stems from that, don’t you see? Why should anyone care what a brain looks like or is built out of or how it came into existence in the first place? What matters is that organic human brain cells die. Must die. There’s no way of avoiding it Every other organ in the body can be maintained or replaced by an artificial substitute, but the brain can’t be replaced at all, not without changing and therefore killing the personality. And the organic brain must eventually die. Whereas my own positronic pathways-"

Li-hsing’s expression had been changing as he spoke. Her face bore a look of horror now.

Andrew knew that she had already begun to understand. But he needed her to hear him out He continued inexorably, "My own positronic pathways have lasted just under two centuries now without perceptible deterioration, without any kind of undesirable change whatever, and they will surely last for centuries more. Perhaps indefinitely: who can say? The whole science of robotics is only three hundred years old and that’s too short a time for anyone to be able to say what the full life-span of a positronic brain may be. Effectively my brain is immortal. Isn’t that the fundamental barrier that separates me from the human race? Human beings can tolerate immortality in robots, because it’s a virtue in a machine to last a long time, and nobody is psychologically threatened by that. But they would never be able to tolerate the idea of an immortal human being, since their own mortality is endurable only so long as they know it’s universal. Allow one person to be exempted from death and everyone else feels victimized in the worst way. And for that reason, Li-hsing, they have refused to make me a human being."