"Not until I had the brain case," said Meg. "It was the brain case that made it possible."
"I gave you the brain ease as a crystal ball," said Rollo. "That was all it was. Just a shiny thing to help you concentrate.
"Rollo," said Meg. "Please forgive me, Rollo. It is more than that. I had hoped you would never have to know. Laddie boy and I knew, but we never told you.
"You're trying to tell us," said the A and R, "that the brain still lives within its ease; that when a robotic body is inactivated or destroyed, the brain is unaffected, that it still lives
on.
"But that can't be right," cried Rollo in a strangled voice. "It could not see or hear. It would be shut up inside itself
"That is right," said Meg.
"For a thousand years," said Rollo. "For more than a thousand years."
Cushing said, "Rollo, we are sorry. That night long ago when you showed Meg the brain case—you remember, don't you? — she sensed then that the brain was still alive. She told me and we agreed that you should never know, that no one should ever know. You see, there was nothing anyone could do."
"There are millions of them," said Rollo. "Hidden away in places where they fell and will never be found. Others collected by the tribes and stacked in pyramids. Others used as childish playthings to roll along the ground
"Being a robot, I mourn with you," said the A and B. "I am as shocked as you are. But I agree with the gentleman that there is nothing one can do."
"We could build new bodies," said Rollo. "At the least we could do something to give them back their sight and hearing. And their voices."
"Who would do all this?" asked Cushing bitterly. "A blacksmith at the forge of a farm commune? An ironworker who beats out arrowheads and spearpoints for a tribe of nomads?"
"And yet," said the A and B, "this present brain, isolated for all these years, was able to respond when it was touched by the probing of a human brain. Responded and was of help, I believe you said."
"I could see the spiders and the gnats," said Meg, "but they meant nothing to me. With the robot's brain, they became something else-a pattern, perhaps, a pattern in which there must have been a meaning, although I did not know the meaning."
"I think, however," said the A and B, "that herein lies some hope. You reached the data bank; you sensed the data; you were able to put them into visual form."
"I don't see how that helps too much," said Cushing. "Visual form is meaningless unless it can be interpreted."
"This was a beginning only," said the A and B. "A second time, a third time, a hundredth time, the meaning may become apparent. And this is even more likely if we should be able to muster, say, a hundred sensitives, each tied in with a robotic brain that might be able to reinforce the sensitive, as this robotic brain was able to make Meg see more clearly."
"This is all fine," said Cushing, "but we can't be sure that it will work. If we could repair the retrieval system.
"I'll use your words," said the A and B. "Who'd do it? Blacksmiths and metalworkers? And even if we could repair it, how could we be sure that we could read the data and interpret it. It seems to me a sensitive would have a better chance of understanding what's packed away in there…
"Given time," said Cushing, "we might find men who could figure out a way to repair the retrieval. If they had diagrams and specs.
"In this place," said the A and B, "we have the diagrams and specs. I have pored over them, but to me they have no significance. lean make nothing of them. You say that you can read?"
Cushing nodded. "There's a library back at the university. But that would be of little help. It underwent an editing process, purged of everything that had been written some centuries before the Time of Trouble."
"We have a library here," said the A and B, "that escaped the editing. Here there'd be materials which might help to train the men you say might repair the system."
Ezra spoke up. "I've been trying to follow this discussion and am having trouble with it. But it appears there are two ways to go about it: either repair the retrieval system, or use sensitives. I'm a sensitive and so is my granddaughter, but I fear neither one of us could be of any help. Our sensitivities, it appears, are
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specialized. She is attuned to universalities, whereas I am attuned to plants. I fear this would be the case if we sought out sensitives. There are, I would suspect, very many different kinds of them."
"That is true," said Cushing. "Wilson had a chapter in his history that dealt with the rise of sensitives after the Collapse. He felt that technology had served as a repressive factor against the development of sensitives and that once the pressure of technology was removed, there were many more of them."
"This may be true," said Ezra, "but out of all of them, I would guess you could find very few who could do what Meg has done."
"We are forgetting one thing," said Meg, "and that is the robotic brain. I'm not so sure that my powers were so much reinforced by the brain. I would suspect I did no more than direct the brain into the data banks, making it aware of them, giving it a chance to see what was there and then tell me what was there."
"Sorrowful as the subject is to me," said Rollo, "I think that Meg is right. It's not the human sensitives but the brains that will give us answers. They have been shut up within themselves for all these centuries. In the loneliness of their situations, they would have kept on functioning. Given no external stimuli, they were forced back upon themselves. Since they had been manufactured to think, they would have thought. They would have performed the function for which they were created. They would have posed problems for themselves and tried to work through the problems. All these years they have been developing certain lines of logic, each one of them peculiar to himself. Here we have sharpened intellects, eager intellects…
"I subscribe to that," said Ezra. "This makes sense to me. All we need are sensitives who can work with the brains, serve as interpreters for the brains."
"Okay, then," said Cushing. "We need brains and sensitives. But I think, as well, we should seek people who might train themselves to repair the retrieval system. There is a library here, you say?"
"A rather comprehensive scientific and technological library," said the A and B. "But to use it, we need people who can read."
"Back at the university," said Cushing, "there are hundreds who can read."
"You think," said the A and B, "that we should attack our problem on two levels?"
"Yes, I do," said Cushing.
"And so do I," said Ezra.
"If we should succeed," said Cushing, "what would you guess we'd get? A new basis for a new human civilization? Something that would lift us out of the barbarism and still not set us once again on the old track of technology? I do not like the fact that we may be forced, through the necessity of repairing the retrieval system if the sensitive plan should fail, to go back to technology again to accomplish what we need."
"No one can be certain what we'll find," said the A and B. "But we would be trying. We'd not just be standing here."