“Then except for Dr. Avery himself,” said Ariel, “this is an ideal hiding place.”
“If we can find a source of food for you three,” said Mandelbrot. “Also, efforts to locate Dr. Avery will involve inherent risk.”
“Let me check something.” Derec moved to the desk and opened the big well drawer on the right. An active computer terminal was still housed within it. “Ah! This terminal has no blocks of any kind. It’s where I first learned the causes behind the shapechanging mode of the city.” He sat down at the desk and entered the question, “Does this office have any sensors reporting to the outside?”
“NEGATIVE.”
“Order: Do not leave any record of activity on this terminal in the city computer.”
“AFFIRMED. “
“Is there a source of human food available in this room?”
“AFFIRMATIVE.”
“Where is it?”
“THE CONTROL PANEL SLIDES OUT FROM THE UNDERSIDE OF THE DESK SURFACE WHERE IT OVERHANGS THIS DRAWER.”
“Is there a Personal facility?”
“YES.”
“Where is it?”
“THE DOOR IS SET INTO THE VIEWSCREEN BEHIND THE LADDER. IT IS GOVERNED BY THE DESK CONTROL PANEL ALSO.”
Derec felt under the overhanging edge of the desk and slid out a wafer-thin panel with raised studs. He pushed the one marked “Mealtime” and turned around at a faint hum from the wall. Near the ladder, a rectangular panel had moved out of the view screen on the wall to reveal the receptacle of a small chemical processor. On the front of the drawer, the panel still showed its share of the outside view of Robot City.
He let out a long breath, and grinned at Ariel. “If it works, this buys us some time. If the tank has no raw nutrients, it can’t help us at all. I’ll try it.”
“No, let me.” Ariel moved to the control panel quickly. “I can test my memory with stuff like this. Let’s see…” She punched a sequence of keys, paused to think, and hit another series.
“Okay,” said Derec. “What’s it going to be?”
“I’m not telling. I want to see if you can recognize it.” She smiled impishly, but with a bit of worry, too.
Derec punched another button on the control panel, and watched a narrow door slide open in the viewscreen, next to the chemical processor. It was a very small Personal, as clean and tidy as the rest of the office. He closed the door again.
A few moments later, a small container slid into the food receptacle. Derec inhaled the aroma. “Ha! Magellanic frettage again? Not bad.” He touched the container carefully. “And hot, too. Smells good.” He looked at her over his shoulder. “Good job.”
Ariel smiled, wiping perspiration off her forehead with the back of one hand
“‘Ungrry, too, please,” said Wolruf politely. “Of course. Coming up next,” said Ariel.
Derec was starting to lift the dish out of the receptacle when he saw Ariel blink quickly, repeatedly, and stagger backward. She fell, and Mandelbrot moved behind her just in time to catch her and lift her gently from the floor. He turned and laid her carefully on the couch.
Chapter 2. Memories And Chemfets
Derec moved quickly to her side and knelt down. “Ariel?” he said softly.
She was breathing in quick, shallow breaths and perspiring freely. Her eyes were closed.
“Mandelbrot?” Derec said quietly. “Have you got any idea what’s wrong with her?”
“No, Derec. My human medical knowledge is very limited.”
“Maybe iss jusst tirred,” Wolruf said softly. “Hass been verry sick. Needs resst.”
“I hope so,” said Derec. He felt a deep sense of panic. The ordeal she had undergone on Earth had been extremely draining, and their landing back here must have caused her more stress than he had realized. “Up till now, she was acting almost normal.”
Wolruf came to stand next to Derec. She looked at Ariel’s face. “Suggesst ‘u brring food.”
“Mandelbrot,” said Derec.
The robot brought over the container of Megallanic frettage and handed it to Derec. Eating utensils were attached to the side of the container. He simply held it, letting the aroma rise into the air near her.
Nothing happened.
“Maybe this isn’t what she needs. She isn’t responding at all.” He glanced at the others questioningly.
“Water?” Wolruf suggested.
“Must find the stranger,” Ariel muttered. Her eyes were still closed, but she tossed restlessly.
“What?” Derec asked gently. “What stranger?”
“Draw him to us. aotta be hungry by now.” She squirmed, the sweat on her face shining in the light of the room. “Have to make it better. Have to make him like it. Has to smell right.” She threw her head from side to side.
“Who?” Derec insisted. “Avery? We’ll find him. Do you mean Dr. Avery?” Then he realized that she might be dreaming about Jeff Leong, the marooned stranger who had been turned into a cyborg when they were here before. Derec and his companions had helped capture him when the transformation had adversely affected Leong’s mind, and had aided the robot in restoring him to human form. They had sent him off the planet in a craft one of them could have used.
“Iss not hearing ‘u,” said Wolruf. “Verry ssick.” Derec stood up and set the container of food on the desk, still watching her. She stopped talking, but her legs were moving slightly. He had seen people move like that when they were dreaming. “I guess we’ll have to let her sleep. Maybe that’s all she needs. I think I could use some rest, myself.
“That couch can be unfolded into a bed,” Derec observed. “Whatever is wrong with Ariel is in her mind and memory, not her body. She won’t be harmed if you will lift her for a moment.”
Mandelbrot bent down and gently lifted Ariel in his robot arms as though she was a baby. Derec fumbled for a moment with the couch, then succeeded in pulling on a single strap that unfolded it to full size. It was a simple, non-powered device that was popular among frequent travelers because it did not force the owner to match power sources or worry about complicated repairs
“All right,” said Derec.
Mandelbrot laid her down just as carefully as before. Derec sat down beside her to loosen her clothing. She was lying quietly now, as though she was sleeping.
“I am aware,” said Mandelbrot, “that a potential First Law conflict may be developing.”
“What is it?” Derec asked. This did not seem like the time to hassle over the Laws of Robotics.
“I recall from our presence here before that Robot City possesses a very high level of human medical skill and technology. The First Law may demand that I put Ariel in contact with the robot called Human Medical Research 1, lest I allow her to come to harm through my inaction.” He trained his photosensors squarely on Derec.
“But you can’t! We don’t dare, at least not right away!” Derec jumped up and paced behind the desk. “They’re almost certain to alert Dr. Avery, and then r II be harmed through your action. And so will she, probably. The guy has to be crazy.”
“I know,” Mandelbrot said ruefully. “I also feel a resonance from the First Law dilemma I faced in certain events before our recent return here. I welcome suggestions that will avoid this contradiction. “
Derec stared at him. “Suggestions? Hell, I don’t know.” He ran both hands through his hair and closed his eyes. “Look, I’m tired, too. Suppose you stay in an alert mode, monitoring the city computer, while the rest of us get some sleep.”
“As you wish,” said Mandelbrot. “I will also turn out the light when you are ready.”