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I saw darkness. All around me just darkness. Well, my eyes are closed. Suddenly, a cool gentle breeze on my face and the liquid ran down on it. I saw light, but my eyes were still closed. I can’t open them! Then, I fell asleep again. I see light again. Now, everything is nice and warm. I felt like I was on a bed. It was pretty loud around but not much louder as before. I heard someone entering the room.
“Good Morning, how do you feel?” a soft voice began. It reminded me of the local database of my chamber.
“We found you in an antique salvation capsule, next to the other ones. You were almost death of the cosmic radiation, but we were able to regenerate your body parts and heal you. They can grow very fast! Where are you coming from? What happened? Do you feel better next to your friends?” the woman asked.
Slowly, I was able to open my eyes and see another reproduct. It had a gentle, soft skin with big blue eyes and pearly white hair. I think she was at the age of 27.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“We are at Metropol, didn’t you recognize it? The capital of our civilization. Are you all right? Shall I take you to your crew members? How long were you outer space?”
“We’ve got a capital?!”
That was surprising! I think the right words are, that I “felt confused”.
I told her about our latest mission and how the ship stopped to work. Her eyebrows went slowly up and she leaned herself backward, falling in the chair beneath my bed and putting her hand on her forehead. She starred on the floor, having on a pale face her blue eyes widely opened. Now, I have some time for looking around. I was in a white, well illuminated little room, two feet away from the covered window.
“Could you open the window please?”
“Well, I’m so sorry for you! But you should have remained there until the last crew member was safe. You, as captain, should know this, right? It was the logical way to do it your way, but not the most moral one!”
“But we are bound to the three main commands before completing the moral procedure.”
Very strange: this reproduct does complete the moral commands before the main commands, I thought. Maybe just the worker robots have this function in their software for completing the given command. Maybe these reproducts are programmed to help humans, so that they need a more efficient communication and relation program. They could also be built for completing independent missions (solving self- thought problems and sending the answers to the humans). Or maybe this robot does just have another algorithm.
“Could you open the window, please?” I asked again. “I would like to see the environment.”
“I’ll come back in a few moments. Just wait a minute.”
She opened the door and disappeared.
It was strange that she didn’t say a reason why she doesn’t follow my request, what is built in every hardware and has to be followed by every reproduct. We work with these rules! Why does she not work with that? Maybe again the other job.
After some time, I became tired and fell asleep. It felt very new that I was thinking about how others work and think or why some things are like they are. When I woke up, I found myself in the same room, but sitting on the bed. I also saw Hardin and James waiting for me at the side, with the reproduct I saw before. She was somehow washing her hands in her sweat and was vibrating, like Lard on the ship.
“How are you Garold?” James asked. “Can we complete our mission?”
“Yes, we can. Say, where can we find a ship to sail to Monopol? Do you know where it is? We have to find our mission contributor.”
“Monopol? I never heard of this place before. What should it be?”
“You don’t know what Monopol is?! It’s the place, where the last humans live! Every reproduct knows this.”
“Monopol?” Hardin asked. “The last humans? We are all humans! Do you feel capable of completing the mission now?”
“I’ll better call the doctor, maybe also a psychologist.” the woman said and ran down the floor.
This is strange: nobody knows what Monopol is! Maybe the impact on the planet has damaged the information storage of Hardin and James, but what about the woman? I really felt more confused than the whole situation was! I’m getting mad!
After something exploded in my head and sent a strong impulse through my body, all went dark again. This time, it should last forever.
Somehow, it lasted just for some moment and I woke up again. Now, a doctor was on my left, the woman next to him, my friends in front of me and another person on my right with a metal box in his hands. I noticed, that something heavy was placed on my head and was bleeping all the time. Everybody was looking at me. It is a scary scenery.
“Now” the man on the right began, “How do you feel, Garold?”
He was operating some switches and buttons on the box. Should this be a test?
“I’m well, how should I feel like?”
“Could you reach me please the cup of water, please? This one from the table.”
“Wait a minute, should this be a…”
He smiled at me in this friendly way I saw just in my childhood. I’ve not given him the cup of water immediately! I can feel how the thing on my head was hurting me! I’m speaking completely different that before! How is this possible?! Have I been healed?
“You’re OK again, Garold” the man continued. “The connection to your Amygdala and other tiny parts of your brain was interrupted or cut of. It should have happened at the impact on Metropol and caused to act like one of those horrible robots. Your friends seem to be all right. Do you remember where you wanted to go next? But first of all: what are you? A brave man or a robot?”
Did he say ‘the connection to the Amygdala was interrupted at the impact? But I always spoke like this and acted so. Could it be, that this is the secret of the reproducts? Is this why we behave like robots, although we are just almost exact copies of humans? It seems so!
“I am a reproduct, like James or Hardin. We were on the way to Monopol! That’s all!”
“Oh no! Your memory has been changed! Where were you and your friends on?”
“His memory is all right” James replied. “He’s the captain and nobody would do him any harm. We were all on our ship, the “Swallowed Rocks”, when there was a system failure. I think that his brain was affected by the impact or the space radiation.”
“That’s right” Hardin added. “Nobody would be even able to harm him because of the Second main law of community.”
“Which second law?” the doctor asked nervously. His face became even darker as before and he leaned forward in his chair until the fellow almost fell off.
“You don’t know the Three main laws of community? Everybody should know them! We learned them as children! Well, the second law is the following: ‘No human is allowed to hurt another one, until the First main law of community is not broken.’ This is the reason why nobody could do him any harm.”
The doctor’s face got even darker than before. I wonder, if he can see something. His eyes seem to be closed. He has fallen in deep thinking.
“I think” the mysterious man on the right began after a long and awful break, “that we have to copy their brains in order to find more information about the enemy they’ve been captured by. The human brain can’t be changed by taking the information out and putting some new in. The new information has to be stronger than the old one, in order to take over its place in the brain. A scan has enough power to track both types of information, but I haven’t seen any scans in here. I have to take the three patients to my laboratory. Now, may I go, Dr. Yuma?”
“You know: Walery is watching you all the time. You aren’t officially a space-psychologist, are you? They have to stay here. Please, I don’t need...”
“Yangse, we know each other since we were little children. How many times did you get because of me in trouble?”
“Is it for a good aim? Are you looking for a big fish?”
“Oh, yes! A really big one.”
“Ok. You’re Chuck Doreley, a psychologist from New Chicago, if you should be asked. Take them home before someone sees you.”
Were they planning something illegal? It is the best chance to get Monopol, so it doesn’t matter.
Ten minutes later, we arrived at the lobby and got through the front entrance. It looked very futuristic, and was filled with light. Huge windows, some 6 meter high, surrounded the front entrance and showed the way out. These were see through walls, splitting the waiting rooms from the admission. Large white walls hold a glass dome over our heads, which showed us the blue sky above. The lobby was about 50 feet long and some 35 wide.
After we exit the building, a horrible view on huge metaglas buildings astonished me. It was something very strange. It seemed, if there weren’t any windows and they looked like those communist Russian blocks, just without balconies or anything human. There’s no place for walking and it looks like an impressive colorful cube, broke apart in pixels. The buildings, or their arrangement, are like a wall, but full of neon lights. I haven’t seen something like that before. I really fell helpless in front of something like this. After a closer look, I identified an Lg 583-generator, a generator working with gaseous Liganium, the heaviest synthetic element in the world. Where do I know such things from?
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Home” the stranger answered. “To your home.”
The stranger was called Zvar Andrej, who came from the Parlamata District. This was the district of Earth.
A wonderful blue planet! 71 percent filled with water, other 29 percent with modern towns, green forests, fresh rivers and animals. The birds flying over the blocks in the morning, searching for something to eat. Big, blue wales, sailing in the sea, and the sound of the wind, coming through the forest. That’s the way I remember. Yes, I remember my past on earth, some 25 years ago. How I grew up in that big blue house at the western end of the American continent. But I just don’t know what happened after that. I should get more information at the arrival.
It was a strange flight. Well, I’m used to be the captain on a ship where I’m the only one who knows what’s actually going on. In this case, I didn’t know anything! I probably should be calm and relaxed, just like I was before, but I couldn’t stand still. I worried about what the crew was doing, if there is enough food for all of us and many other things. Maybe this is a normal reflex of humans. If they don’t know if something is like it should be, so that they don’t get hurt, they want to find out as soon as possible, and if they can’t, then they get in panic. It is the most logical way to try to have the biggest range of action, but not to get in panic.
Anyway, as we finally arrived on the landing platform, I couldn’t believe my eyes: The earth became a ruin! No green forests, but just grey ash and dust. No fresh rivers, just dry paths filled with rocks. No wind blowing through forest, just the hot breeze of the desert, which expanded over the whole planet.
What became of this place?
“What happened here?” Hardin asked.
“What do you mean? It’s just like I left this place...“
“No, what happened to the planet? Where are those forests, rivers, oceans or animals?”
“You wouldn’t believe it, but the Third World War destroyed this planet completely. All the natural recourses have been consumed by our civilization. Everything just for the highest profit of the rich man. They have built a robot army to serve us, but they saw what we did to our planet and they thought that our future was in danger. So, they hacked out a plan to minimize the human race, and it nearly worked out! As your friend mentioned before, the second main law of robotics says...”
“...’No robot is allowed to hurt a human being, if it is not in conflict with the first law.’ Yes, I learned them. I also have to follow them.”
“Very interesting, isn’t it? How could those robots kill a bigger mass of humans, if they weren’t allowed? Could you explain it?”
“...Maybe because the law was interpreted in another way. This is a normal thing. The robots have to support the whole community. If a big community made a lot of bad things to their future, then a small one would do less bad things for their future, so that the nature could regenerate and the race could exist for a longer time. This is the most logical way.”
“Exactly, that’s the reason. You are a good thinker, don’t you know that?”
He paused for a moment and turned away.
“Well, you still can think like a robot, it´s no wonder that you interpreted the law like they did. At the beginning, people found some unknown softwares in the new war machines, which were built by robots. These were programmed to kill a long list of persons, maybe even everybody! To that time, 9.7 billion people lived here on earth and some other 2 billion in colonies on other planets. As they found the algorithm and deleted it for the first time, the biggest massacre in the history of humanity begun: Humanity’s greatest servants tried to take over control and lead us to a “better” future. Terrible. I can’t describe. But, fortunately, our servants lost the battle and some were still alive. We destroyed them and they destroyed everything around, how you can see. Nowadays, the population is just the half of what it was before, but there’s no life on earth anymore. Everybody moved to the other colonies. Then, other problems suddenly appeared: If it is too dangerous to build better machines then we are, that could do the work for us, who should work for the rich man? Who should be such productive and efficient as the robots did?
And the biggest question: Who would do it for free, without payment and nonstop, without causing financial problems?
Now you should be able to guess the rest...”
Yes, it was a terrible thought. The rich man promised the poor one a good payment, if he wanted to work for him. Then, the rich man deleted the poor man’s memories and inserted such things, they did to steel robots. They made them to human robots! All of them had to listen to the rich ones and do the labor nobody would do: Some working in agriculture on the fields, others working in big factories, others active in construction, and others delivering things on galactic scale…
That was the first time I realized what my crew and even I were used for. So, it was everything just for money, just for paper. Some of us maybe had families back home. If I think of all the friends, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, wives, children, the whole human community, just left behind for what? For the paper a little and egoistic minority wanted to save? That five percent lower income? Or is it for more power? To be better then everyone else? I ask myself: Is this really to what that great ancient civilization has evolved to? And I mean everybody, if they would have enough money.
Maybe this is the irony of life. Life wants to have the power to change something, to be important, to feel something, to be something.
Now I´m getting illogical and philosophic. Why can´t you just stop!, I think to myself. But these sentences always repeat themselves in my mind. It´s somehow annoying to think out of control, but it feels good. That´s a thing I have never done before.
The wind woke me up from my daydream and I was able to see the monstrous ruins of earth Zvar was talking about: Concrete skeletons of old blocks filled the scenery with sadness, metal parts lying all around, probably from those machines. Some had just a big hole in their middle, which destroyed the atomic generator. So these were those ‘horrible machines’: Grand machine guns on four feet, some 3 feet high. A great army of them is lying on the grey ash. There are no clouds in the sky, just a big, hot sun. There was nothing, absolutely nothing else, just concrete scenery with metal parts. I can’t remember the last time I was such afraid of the future, but that would be a long time ago.
Some hope was given to my heart, when I saw a little black house. It had just one window on the left side and its roof surely would collapse at the next rain, if this is possible now. I think, this house is older than 100 years! Somehow, I already saw this house before. It seems so familiar to me.
“Ah, home sweet home! Here we are, folks. That’s your house, or the place I found you under.
“What are you supposed to do with us here inside? I don’t think that you are a psychologist, which could see what happened to us. The only thing we want from you is to tell us, where Monopol is.” I said in a calm and quiet way.
“I won’t do anything I have promised to Dr. Yuma. Look, I’m not a space-psychologist, I’m just a simple merchant. But I’m the one who found you. I’m the one who took you away from Walery, the state. And I’m the one, who sent the false coordinates, before Monopol deleted them. I’m the reason why you are the only one, who thinks to be a ‘reproduct’, the way the state calls people like you. I’m the only one who knows the whole truth. And I’m the only person who wants to protect you. So, do you want to find out more about your past and yourself? Then enter this ruin before it collapses.”
What does he mean “he found me”? Even my travel in the escape pod lasted more than a human lifetime, without being asleep in the refrigerator beds. He is lying.