“I suppose it happened so suddenly. That’s why I can write
so calmly about it. Perhaps it’s because so much time has passed.”
“There’s a clock that was sitting on my desk. I could view
it from the right corner of the window. For the first few days I could risk
reaching out to it. I can’t risk that anymore.”
“Look, there is no need for blame, yet there is now only
time to talk, and write as I talk, about where I am. And maybe it’s because I still
believe, that if done without arrogance or haste, that it can work again. That’s
why, it must be why, I haven’t done it yet. Or maybe it’s because it saw me.”
“Okay, allow me to remember now, as exact as I can, how it
occurred. We were celebrating some breakthroughs. Alan had solved a puzzle
using our new arm it had struggled on for seven weeks. I went back to my office
early. I had gotten used to the taste of Space Cake and Champagne packets, but
they weren’t necessarily appealing. Besides, five years from Earth was too
long. Alan’s eyes were nearly complete, just had to be synced together, and
then Alan’s experiential learning program could be put in place. Once Alan
could be connected to us, share our thoughts, read books about robots, become
self-aware, we could make our ancestors proud.”
“I was walking back with my equipment. Completely normal.
Regular communications, sounds of the incinerator starting up, to get rid of
the faulty arm attachments. In the Rosen labs is where the panic started. Are they
all dead at the time of my writing? I do not know. I’ve been trapped here for
long enough to nearly run out of rations, next to the self-destruct switch. When
they run out, it’ll be me or him.”
“All I’ve been able to do is read. Ironic, because when he
was self-aware he was to start reading about the Ancestors, the old stories
about robots and cyborgs and automatons, hopefully to give him some identity.
Honestly, I don’t know if I should blame his confusion. Now that I think back, I
vaguely remember someone reading Asimov’s third law, ‘3. A robot may not injure its own kind and defend its
own kind unless it is interfering with the first or second rule,’ right before
the incinerators lit. If you had nearly limitless computational power, but no
experiences, and then you gained consciousness, how would you know what the two
laws were that you weren’t supposed to violate?”