"Well, is this what you want, Dr. Mandamus?" asked Amadiro.
Mandamus looked about, stunned. Finally, he managed to say, "Incredible!"
They stood there, a solid regiment of human beings, with a little more life to them than so many statues might have showed, but with far less life than sleeping human beings would have displayed.
"They're standing," muttered Mandamus.
"They take up less room that way. Obviously."
"But they've been standing about fifteen decades. They can't still be in working order. Surely their joints are frozen, their organs broken down."
Amadiro shrugged. "Perhaps. Still, if the joints have deteriorated - and that isn't out of the question, I suppose those can be replaced - if necessary. It would depend on whether there would be reason to do so."
"There would be reason," said Mandamus. He looked from head to head. They were staring in slightly different directions and that gave them a somewhat unsettling appearance, as though they were on the point of breaking ranks.
Mandamus said, "Each has an individual appearance and they differ in height, build, and so on."
"Yes. Does that surprise you? We were planning to have these, along with others we might have built, be the pioneers in the development of new worlds. To have them do so properly, we wanted them to be as human as possible, which meant making them as individual as Aurorans are. Doesn't that seem sensible to you?"
"Absolutely. I'm glad this is so. I've read all I can about the two protohumaniforms that Fastolfe himself built - Daneel Olivaw and Jander Panell. I've seen holographs of them and they seemed identical."
"Yes," said Amadiro impatiently. "Not only identical, but each virtually a caricature of one's conception of the ideal Spacer. That was Fastolfe's romanticism. I'm sure that he would have built a race of interchangeable humanoid robots, with both sexes possessing such ethereal good looks - or what he considered to be that - as to make them completely inhuman. Fastolfe may be a brilliant roboticist, but he is an incredibly stupid man."
Amadiro shook his head. To have been beaten by such an incredibly stupid man, he thought - and then he thrust the thought away. He had not been beaten by Fastolfe, but by that infernal Earthman. Lost in thought, he did not hear Mandamus's next question.
"Pardon me," he said with an edge of irritation.
"I said, 'Did you design these, Dr. Amadiro?'"
"No, by an odd coincidence - and one that strikes me as possessing a peculiar irony - these were designed by Fastolfe's daughter Vasilia. She's as brilliant as he is and much more intelligent - which may be one reason why they never got along."
"As I have heard the story concerning them - " began Mandamus.
Amadiro waved him into silence. "I have heard the story, too, but it doesn't matter. It's enough that she does her work very well and that there is no danger that she will ever find herself in sympathy with someone who, despite the accident that he is her biological father, is - and must remain forever alien and hateful to her. She even calls herself Vasilia Aliena, you know."
"Yes, I know. Do you have the brain patterns of these humanoid robots on record?"
"Certainly."
"For each of these?"
"Of course."
"And can they be made available to me?"
"If there's a reason for it."
"There will be," said Mandwnus funnily. "Since these robots were designed for pioneering activities, may I assume they are equipped to explore a world and deal with primitive conditions?"
"That should be self-evident."
"That's perfect - but there may have to be some modifications. Do you suppose that Vasilia Fast - Aliena would be able to help me with that - if necessary? Obviously, she would be best-acquainted with the brain patterns."
"Obviously. Still, I don't know whether she would be willing to help you. I do know that it is physically impossible for her to do so at the moment, since she is not on Aurora."
Mandamus looked surprised and displeased. "Where is she, then, Dr. Amadiro?"
Amadiro said, "You have seen these humaniforms and I do not wish to expose myself to these rather dismal surroundings. You have kept me waiting long enough and you must not complain if I keep you waiting now. If you have any further questions, let us deal with them in my office."
53
Once in the office, Amadiro delayed things a while longer. "Wait here for me," he said rather peremptorily and left.
Mandamus waited stiffly, sorting out his thoughts, wondering when Amadiro would return - or if he would. Was he to be arrested or simply ejected? Had Amadiro grown tired of waiting for the point?
Mandamus refused to believe that. He had gained a shrewd idea of Amadiro's desperate desire for evening an old score. It seemed evident that Amadiro wouldn't get tired of listening as long as there seemed the slightest chance that Mandamus would make revenge possible.
As he looked idly about Amadiro's office, Mandamus found himself wondering whether there might be any information that might be of help to him in the computerized files almost immediately at hand. It would be useful not to have to depend directly on Amadiro for everything.
The thought was a useless one. Mandamus did not know the entry code for the files and, even if he did, there were several of Amadiro's personal robots standing in their niches and they would stop him if he took a single step toward anything that was labeled in their minds as sensitive. Even his own robots would.
Amadiro was right. Robots were so useful and efficient - and incorruptible - as guards that the very concept of anything criminal, illegal, or simply underhanded did not occur to anyone. The tendency just atrophied - at least as against other Spacers.