“Future communications will occur only as time permits,” the robot’s voice interrupted. “The ore scout is in sight now.”
Hosato waited impatiently for the crawler to top another rise, thereby giving him a view of the action occurring to their rear. But as the scene rose into the viewscreen, he could see nothing. Then, as they were about to plunge into the next gully, there was a quick flash of light.
The ore scout had fired its slicer. Apparently the two robots were somewhere in one of the gullies, hidden from the crawler’s line of sight.
As their vehicle reached the bottom of the gully, the front viewscreen picked up a second flash of light reflected on the ridge ahead. The slicer had been fired a second time.
“Suzi!” Hosato called into the radio. “Are you all right?”
“It missed,” replied the robot.
“How are you drawing its fire?”
“Just a minute.”
There was another flash of light.
Hosato waited. There was no sound from the radio.
“Suzi?”
Silence.
“Suzi?” he repeated.
“In response to your question,” came Suzi’s voice, “I am playing upon the machine’s target-image sensitivities.”
Relief flooded over Hosato, but he kept it out of his voice. “Conld I have that last bit in English?” he asked.
“From the actions displayed by the security robots at the complex, it is apparent they are being directed by the central computer to seek out and destroy objects of a humanoid form. That means the target unage must display cerain properties, of shape—specifically, a head, a given body shape Excuse me a moment.”
There was another flash of light.
“Suzi. What are you doing?” Hosato barked.
“That is what I am attempting to explain,” came the calm response. “Additional questions will only prolong my efforts.”
Hosato ground his teeth. He had dealt with Suzi’s explanations before. They were usually drawn out and detailed, but it was useless to try to rush her.
“Sorry, Suzi.” He sighed. “But could you try to keep it to the major points only?”
“I never indulge in needless… Excuse me.”
There was another flash of light.
“Whatever she’s doing, it’s keeping that thing pinned down,” Rick commented.
Hosato nodded absently, waiting for Suzi to continue her oration.
“As I was saying,” Suzi’s voice came again, “fortunately I have been provided with just such a shape— or half of one, to be specific. It seems to be sufficient to convince the ore scout’s scanners that I am a target.”
For a moment Hosato was confused, but then he remembered. The fencing manikin. By facing the fencing manikin with its single arm toward the ore scout, she was making it believe she was a human!
“We’ll be out of range soon,” Rick announced.
Hosato ignored him. The information was welcome, but at the moment his attention was commanded by Suzi’s report.
“By presenting the humanoid shape,” Suzi was saying, “I am able to draw the ore scout’s attention and activate its attack pattern. Then, by removing the image, I am able to effectively disappear as a target. Apparently the scout is directed to search for the target for a given period of time before resuming its pursuit of the sand crawler. The periodic interruptions in my transmission occur when the scout starts to abandon its search, thereby making it necessary to display the target once more. Excuse me.”
It occurred to Hosato that Suzi was flirting with disaster. The slicer would destroy her completely if it touched her even once. If she were slow in turning, or…
“Suzi!” he said desperately. “Do you know if the central computer has a learning capacity. If it does, a repeated pattern could be detected and the target image changed.”
“That’s right!” Rick supplied. “The computer does have that capacity.”
“Even if that capacity exists,” Suzi’s reply came, “in my opinion it has not received sufficient data to effect such a change.”
A warning bell went off in Hosato’s mind. Something that had been drilled into his head time and time again during his training.
“Suzi!” he warned. “Never underestimate your opponent. Don’t make plans that hinge on his incompetence or inability to react.”
There was no response.
“Suzi?” he repeated.
“We’re out of range now,” Rick said over his shoulder.
“Suzi. Status check!”
Silence.
“Shall I stop and wait for the robot?” Rick asked.
Hosato didn’t reply.
“I said, shall I—”
“No,” said Hosato, his hand holding the silent radio dropping listlessly to his side. “There’s no use waiting. Push on for Ravensteel.”
“We’ve got to stop them!”
Sasha’s delirious meanings from the crew area echoed Hosato’s own thoughts.
“That’s an interesting story, Hosato.”
The Ravensteel security chief’s tone matched his indolent sprawl in the office chair.
Hosato’s alarm and annoyance with the situation grew. Something was wrong. He had realized that when their arrival at Ravensteel was met by armed guards, guards who had not lowered their weapons when Hosato announced who he was and his affiliation with Ravensteel.
“That’s my report,” he corrected. “If you’ll get in touch with one of the executives in charge of this mission, I’ll be glad to repeat it for him.”
“I’ve already contacted those parties.” The man smiled. “They’ve delegated full authority in this matter to me.”
Hosato was suddenly aware again of the armed guard standing behind his chair. “Very well, then,” he said with forced casualness. “What else do you want to know?”
The man, Gedge, leaned forward and rested his elbows on his desk. “You could start by explaining what it is you want from Ravensteel.”
Hosato was stunned by the statement. “I… I don’t understand,” he managed at last.
“Oh, come now, Hosato.” Gedge winked knowingly. “What are you after, really. More money?”
Hosato reminded himself again of the guard and held his temper in check.
“Actually,” he said levelly, “I had the ridiculous idea Ravensteel might be interested in helping. It would be in their best interest, you know.”
Gedge’s gaze never wavered, and neither did his smile.
“Ravensteel is interested only in pleasing its customers and its stockholders,” he recited.
“All of whom are human,” Hosato supplied. “Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear. The robots are killing all humans—women, children, everybody. I don’t see any reason why Ravensteel would be exempted, unless…”
A thought suddenly occurred to him. This man was far too unruffled and sure of himself.
“unless Ravensteel is controlling them,” he finished thoughtfully.
Gedge dropped his eyes and chuckled to himself.
“Hosato,” he said, reestablishing eye contact, “you’re really quite amusing. Now, tell me, what are we supposed to be controlling them to do?”
Hosato’s anger flashed'. Tve been telling you!” he snarled. “To—”
“—run amok and kill people,” Gedge interrupted'. That’s right, I keep forgetting.”
His eyes hardened, and he half-rose from his desk as he glared at Hosato. “I keep forgetting because it isn’t true. Mc. Crae Enterprises is functioning today as normally as it was yesterday and the day before.”
“What?” Hosato exclaimed.
“That’s right, Hosato. We checked your story, ridiculous as it was. Mc. Crae is taking orders, making shipments, and conducting tours just like they always have.”
“But that’s impossible!”
“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” Gedge smiled. “At the very least, it makes a rather substantial contradiction to your story.”
“Wait a minute,” Hosato began excitedly. “It’s the robots. It’s got to be. Has anyone human from Mc. Crae been in contact with the outside world since yesterday?”