Я, Робот
Evidence
Dr.CalvinandStephenByerleymetonceagain–aweekbeforehetooktheoathofofficeasmayor.Itwaslate-pastmidnight.
Dr.Calvinsaid,"Youdon’tlooktired."
Themayor-electsmiled."Imaystayupforawhile.Don’ttellQuinn."
"Ishan’t.ButthatwasaninterestingstoryofQuinn’s,sinceyoumentionhim.It’sashametohavespoiledit.Isupposeyouknewhistheory?"
"Partsofit."
"Itwashighlydramatic.StephenByerleywasayounglawyer,apowerfulspeaker,agreatidealist–andwithacertainflairforbiophysics.Areyouinterestedinrobotics,Mr.Byerley?"
"Onlyinthelegalaspects."
"ThisStephenByerleywas.Buttherewasanaccident.Byerley’swifedied;hehimself,worse.Hislegsweregone;hisfacewasgone;hisvoicewasgone.Partofhismindwasbent.Hewouldnotsubmittoplasticsurgery.Heretiredfromtheworld,legalcareergone–onlyhisintelligence,andhishands.left.Somehowhecouldobtainpositronicbrains,evenacomplexone,onewhichhadthegreatestcapacityofformingjudgmentsinethicalproblems–whichisthehighestroboticfunctionsofardeveloped.
"Hegrewabodyaboutit.Trainedittobeeverythinghewouldhavebeenandwasnolonger.HesentitoutintotheworldasStephenByerley,remainingbehindhimselfastheold,crippledteacherthatnooneeversaw-"
"Unfortunately,"saidthemayor-elect,"Iruinedallthatbyhittingaman.ThepaperssayitwasyourofficialverdictontheoccasionthatIwashuman."
"Howdidthathappen?Doyoumindtellingme?Itcouldn’thavebeenaccidental."
