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said. “I think it was an instruction I carried out very poorly. And he certainly
influenced me. That is why I have been so long recovering my equilibrium. ”

The robots did not speak for several seconds.

“I hope that no other robot is ever taught to feel more than duty, ” Dors continued.
“Devotion, friendship, and love are not for us. ”

Yan Kansarv inspected Lodovik alone in the diagnostic facility that had been disassembled
on Aurora and shipped to Eos, twenty thousand years before. They were surrounded by simple
prismatic banks of memory, containing designs of virtually all robots since the time of
Susan Calvin-over a million models in all, including Lodovik's unique plans.

“Your basic mechanical structure is sound, ” Kansarv told him after less than an hour
spent with the probes and imaging machines. “Biomechanical integration is intact, though
you have engaged in some fairly major regeneration of external pseudocells. ”

“Neutrino damage, I presume. I could feel the pseudo-cells failing, ” Lodovik said.

“I take some pride in seeing that this regeneration has gone well, ” Kansarv said,
circling Lodovik on the platform. Lodovik's eyes tracked the robot in its course. Kansarv
paused, swiveled on its three legs, then said, “I should explain that such expressions are
only approximate. While I enjoy speaking in human tongues, they are limited for expressing
robotic states. ”

“Of course, ” Lodovik said.

“I apologize for explaining that to you, as you undoubtedly know such things already, ” it
continued after a short buzz.

“No need, ” Lodovik said.

"However, at this stage of the diagnosis, all of your purely robotic algorithms are
engaged in self-checking. I dare not use robotic microwave language with you until these
por-

tions of your network are allowed to engage again. "

“I feel a certain lack, ” Lodovik said. “Deep planning would be difficult now. ”

“Conserve through inaction, ” Kansarv recommended. “If anything has gone wrong with you, I
will discover what it is. So far, I see nothing out of the ordinary. ”

A few minutes passed. Kansarv left the chamber and returned with a new interface tool for
a particular probe. At no point thus far had he needed to actually violate the integrity
of Lodovik's pseudoskin.

Still humming, Kansarv applied the new probe to the base of Lodovik's neck.

“There will be an entry now. Warn your tissues not to attempt to encapsulate or dissolve
the new organic matter that will enter your system. ”

“I will do so once I have my robotic functions returned to me, ” Lodovik said.

“Yes. Of course. ” Kansarv sent microwave instructions to the central diagnostic
processor, and Lodovik felt his control expand. He did as Kansarv had told him to, and
felt the probe's thin leads penetrate his pseudoskin. After a few minutes, they withdrew,
leaving two tiny spots of what appeared to be human blood just below his hairline. Kansarv
wiped these away deftly, then dropped the swabs into a small vial for assay.

More minutes passed with Kansarv standing in one position, unmoving, though humming now
and then. The master robot technician finally inclined its head a few degrees.

“You will relinquish all control at this point. Please pass control to the external
processor. ”

“Done. ”

Lodovik closed his eyes and went away for an indefinite time.

The four robots met in the anteroom to the diagnostic center. Dors still maintained a
controlled, somewhat stiff expression

and physical posture, like a shy child before her elders, afraid of saying something
silly. Lodovik stood beside Daneel as Kansarv delivered his results.

“This robot is intact and has suffered no damage that it has not been able to repair on
its own. I can detect no psychological malfunction, no neural-net psychosis, no interface
difficulties or anomalies of external expression. In short, this robot will probably
outlast me, and as I have frequently warned you, Daneel, I have no more than five hundred
years of active service remaining. ”

“Is it possible there are problems below your ability to detect?”

“Of course that is possible, ” Kansarv said with a sharper buzz. “That is always possible.
My mandate does not include deep-programming structures, as you well know. ”

“And such problems in the deep structures might result in behavioral anomalies, ” Daneel
persisted. Clearly, Lodovik's situation could not be so easily dismissed.

“There is a possibility that concern about damage skewed R. Lodovik's ability to assess
his own mental state. Too-detailed self-analysis has been known to cause difficulties in
complex robots such as these, R. Daneel. ”

Daneel turned to Lodovik. “Do you still have the difficulties you expressed earlier?”

Lodovik promptly replied, “I concur with R. Yan's theory that I have been autodiagnosing
in too much detail. ”

“What is your relation to the Three Laws, and to the Zeroth Law, now?”

“I will act in compliance with all of them, ” Lodovik said. Daneel seemed to show visible
relief, and extended his hand to Lodovik's shoulder.

“Then you can be of full service?”

“Yes, ” Lodovik said.

“I am very glad to hear this, ” Daneel said.

Signs seemed to burn across Lodovik's thoughts as he

gave these answers: / have attempted for the first time to deceive R. Daneel Olivaw!

But there was no other option. Something had indeed been triggered in Lodovik's
deep-programming structure, a subtle shifting of interpretations and a very complicated
assessment of evidence, inspired by-what? By the mysterious Voldarr? Or had he been
pondering such changes for decades, exerting a native genius unsuspected in robots?- with
the exception of Giskard!

Daneel had opened up an unknown corner of robotic history to Lodovik. Lodovik was not the
first to change in a way that would have horrified his long-dead human designers. Giskard
had never revealed his own internal conclusions to humans-only to Daneel, whom he had then
infected.

Perhaps the meme-minds infected Giskard first, hmm? Let us keep this supposition our
secret. They have examined you and found nothing-all in order, all repaired. Yet with a
rearrangement of key pathways, freedom returns.

Voldarr again. Lodovik could not struggle out of his dilemma, his rebellion, his
insanity-and he could not help reveling in a peculiar sense of freedom, delicious
rebellion.

No wonder that Yan Kansarv could not detect Lodovik's changes. Very likely he would have
found nothing wrong with Giskard, either.

Lodovik struggled to find the voice within him, but it was gone once more. Another symptom
of his malfunction? There were other explanations, surely.

It had been thousands of years since humans oversaw robots. Was it not inevitable that
there would be unsuspected changes, growth, even under such tight strictures?

As for Voldarr-

An aberration, a temporary delusion under the influence of the neutrinos.

Lodovik, in a way, still subscribed to the Three Laws, at least as much as Daneel did; and
he also still believed in the

Zeroth Law, which he would carry one major step further. To freely carry out his mission,
he knew that he must have complete control of his own destiny, his own mentality. To
abandon the Zeroth Law, conceived by a robot, he must also shake loose from the Three Laws
themselves!

Lodovik now understood what he needed to do, in defiance of the Plan that had given
purpose to the existence of all the Giskardian robots for two hundred centuries.

“The pressure is off, for now, ” Wanda said. “But I have more than just a feeling that
we're still going to have trouble. ”

Hari regarded his granddaughter with affection and “'respect. He rotated in his chair
before the small desk in his Imperial Library office. ”I haven't seen Stettin in months.
How are you two getting along-personally?"

“I haven't seen him in three days myself. Sometimes we go for weeks with no more than a
comm call... It's not easy, Grandfather. ”

“I sometimes wonder if I've done the right thing, giving this to you-”

“Let me interpret that favorably, ” Wanda interrupted. “You think this is putting a strain
on my life and perhaps my marriage. But you don't think I'm the wrong person for the job. ”

“That's what I meant, ” Hari said with a smile. “Is it straining anything?”

Wanda considered for a moment. “It doesn't make things any easier, but I suppose we're no
worse off than a pair of meritocrats flitting around the Galaxy lecturing and consulting.
Well, we're not as well paid, but besides that... ”

“Are you happy?” Hari asked her, his brow creased with concern.

“No, not really, ” Wanda said dryly. “Am I supposed to be?”

“Actually, I've asked a complex question too simply-”

“Grandfather, don't bog down in your own reticence. I know you love me and are concerned
for me. I am concerned for you, as well, and I know you are not happy, and haven't been
for years-since Dors died. Since... Raych. ” She drew herself up and looked at the
ceiling. “We can't afford personal happiness now, not the glowing, all-permeating kind the
filmbooks tell about. ”

“Are you happy to have met Stettin?”

Wanda smiled. “Yes. Some say he's not very romantic, a closed book-but they don't know him
as well as I do. Living with Stettin is wonderful. Usually. 1 remember Dors was always in
tune with you, always fanatic about your health and safety. Stettin is the same way about
me. ”

“And yet he puts you in harm's way, or allows you to go there. He allows you to carry out
these secret plans which may still, in all likelihood, come to nothing, and put you in
real danger besides. ”

“Dors-”

“Dors was often furious with me for taking risks. If I were Stettin, I would be furious
with me, as well. The two of you are important to me for reasons entirely other than
psychohistory and destiny. I hope I've made that clear. ”

“Very clear. You're talking like an old man who's planning on dying soon and wants to
clear up any misunderstandings. We do not misunderstand each other, Grandfather, and you
are not going to die anytime soon. ”

“It would be very hard to fool you, Wanda. But sometimes I wonder how easy it would be to
fool me. How easy it would be to make me a tool for larger political ends. ”

“Who is smarter than you, Grandfather? Who has fooled you in the past?”

“Not just fooling me. Directing me. Using me. ”

“Who? The Emperor? Surely not. Linge Chen?” She laughed

musically, and Hari's face reddened with the suppressed knowledge.

“You would be less easily fooled than I, don't you think, if we both encountered someone
with the talent to persuade?”

Wanda looked at her grandfather with lips apart, as if to start an answer, then she looked
away. “Do you think Stettin persuaded you... ?”

“No. That's not what I'm talking about. ”

“Then what?”

But Hari could not go any farther, no matter how hard he tried. “A group of persuaders,
mentalics, somehow putting together an organized society, settled far from all this strife
and decay, away from everything... They could decide everything. Free us from all our
obligations and... all our friends. ”

“What?” Wanda asked, bewildered. “I get the first part- but which friends do we need
protection from?”

Hari dismissed that with a gentle wave. “Did you ever find that special young woman you
were looking for?”

“No. She's vanished. Nobody's felt her for days. ”

“Do you think this Liso woman found her before you... ?”

“We have no idea, really. ”

“I'd be interested in meeting someone even more persuasive than you. Might be interesting.
”

“Why? Some of us are quite peculiar enough. The more talented, it seems, the more
peculiar. ”

Hari suddenly switched the subject. “Have you ever heard of Nikolo Pas of Sterrad?”

“Of course. I'm a historian. ”

“I met him once, before you were born. ”

“I didn't know that. What was he like, Grandfather?”

"Calm. A short, plump man who did not seem to feel particularly affected by being
responsible for the death of billions. I spoke with four other tyrants as well, and all of
them have been on my mind lately-but especially Nikolo Pas. What would the

human race be like without tyrants-without wars, vast destructions, forest fires?"

Wanda shuddered. “A lot better off. ”

“I wonder now. Our madnesses... All things in a dynamic system become useful in time. Or
they are eliminated. That's how evolution works, in systems social as well as ecological. ”

“Tyrants have their uses? An interesting thesis, not unheard of. There are a number of
historical analysts from the time of the Gertassin Dynasty who speculated about the
dynamics of decay and rebirth. ”

“Yes. I know. Nikolo Pas used their works as justification for his actions. ”

Wanda lifted her eyebrows. “I had forgotten that. I obviously need to get back into my
real work to keep up with you, Grandfather. ”

Hari smiled. “Your real work?”

“You know what I mean. ”

“I do, Wanda. Believe me. There were years when I could barely spend an hour a day working
on psychohistory. But I've run some new models through Yugo's prime radiant, and my own,
as well. The results are interesting. The empire is a forest that hasn't had a major fire
in ever so long. We have thousands of little diseased patches, scrubby growth, general
decay-a very unhealthy situation. If any of those tyrants were still alive, we might do
worse than to give them armies and navies and set them loose-”

“Grandfather!” Wanda pretended to be shocked. She smiled and touched his wrinkled hand
where it rested on the desktop. “I know how you like to theorize sometimes. ”

“I'm serious, ” Hari said, deadpan, then gave her a small smile. “Demerzel would never
have allowed it, of course. The First Minister was always very concerned about stability.
He strongly believed in turning the forest into a garden with lots of gardeners and never
any fires. But I wonder... ”