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Chapters (12)
  1. The Annals of the Dinochrome Brigade
  2. CONTENTS
  3. A SHORT HISTORY OF THE BOLO FIGHTING MACHINES
  4. THE NIGHT OF THE TROLLS
  5. COURIER
  6. FIELD TEST
  7. THE LAST COMMAND
  8. A RELIC OF WAR
  9. COMBAT UNIT
  10. Also by Keith Laumer
  11. Dedication
  12. Keith Laumer(1925–1993)

“I’m not wearing six stars so that a crowd of professors can dictate military policy to me. What’s at stake here is more than just a question of budget and logistics: it’s a purely military decision. The proposal to release this robot Frankenstein monster to operate on its own initiative, just to see if their theories check out, is irresponsible to say the least—treasonable, at worst. So long as I am Chief of Combined Staff, I will not authorize this so-called “field test.” Consider, gentlemen: you’re all familiar with the firepower and defensive capabilities of the old standby Mark XV. We’ve fought our way across the lights with them, with properly qualified military officers as Battle Controllers, with the ability to switch off or, if need be, self-destruct any unit at any moment. Now these ivory tower chaps—mind you, I don’t suggest they’re not qualified in their own fields—these civilians come up with the idea of eliminating the Battle Controllers and releasing even greater firepower to the discretion, if I may call it that, of a machine. Gentlemen, machines aren’t people; your own ground-car can roll back and crush you if the brakes happen to fail. Your own gun will kill you as easily as your enemy’s. Suppose I should agree to this field test, and this engine of destruction is transported to a waste area, activated unrestrained, and aimed at some sort of mock-up hot obstacle course. Presumably it would advance obediently, as a good soldier should; I concede that the data blocks controlling the thing have been correctly programmed in accordance with the schedule prepared under contract, supervised by the Joint Chiefs and myself. Then, gentlemen, let us carry this supposition one step farther: suppose, quite by accident, by unlikely coincidence if you will, the machine should encounter some obstacle which had the effect of deflecting this one-hundred-and-fifty-ton dreadnaught from its intended course so that it came blundering toward the perimeter of the test area. The machine is programmed to fight and destroy all opposition. It appears obvious that any attempts on our part to interfere with its free movement, to interpose obstacles in its path, if need be to destroy it, would be interpreted as hostile—as indeed they would be. I leave it to you to picture the result. No, we must devise another method of determining the usefulness of this new development. As you know, I have recommended conducting any such test on our major satellite, where no harm can be done—or at least a great deal less harm. Unfortunately, I am informed by Admiral Hayle that the Space Arm does not at this time have available equipment with such transport capability. Perhaps the admiral also shares to a degree my own distrust of a killer machine not susceptible to normal command function. Were I in the admiral’s position, I too would refuse to consider placing my command at the mercy of a mechanical caprice—or an electronic one. Gentlemen, we must remain masters of our own creations. That’s all. Good day.”