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“Don’t interrupt. How is a robot different when humans are not present? The answer is obvious. There is a larger requirement of personal initiative. In that case, look for the body parts that are affected by the new requirements.”
“Golly.” Donovan sat up straight, then subsided. “No, no. Not enough. It’s too broad. It doesn’t cut the possibilities much.”
“Can’t help that. In any case, there’s no danger of not making quota. We’ll take shifts watching those robots through the visor. Any time anything goes wrong, we get to the scene of action immediately. That will put them right.”
“But the robots will fail spec anyway, Greg. United States Robots can’t market DV models with a report like that.”
“Obviously. We’ve got to locate the error in makeup and correct it—and we’ve got ten days to do it in.” Powell scratched his head. “The trouble is… well, you had better look at the blueprints yourself.”
The blueprints covered the floor like a carpet and Donovan crawled over the face of them following Powell’s erratic pencil.
Powell said, “Here’s where you come in, Mike. You’re the body specialist, and I want you to check me. I’ve been trying to cut out all circuits not involved in the personal initiative hookup. Right here, for instance, is the trunk artery involving mechanical operations. I cut out all routine side routes as emergency divisions—” He looked up, “What do you think?”
Donovan had a very bad taste in his mouth, “The job’s not that simple, Greg. Personal initiative isn’t an electric circuit you can separate from the rest and study. When a robot is on his own, the intensity of the body activity increases immediately on almost all fronts. There isn’t a circuit entirely unaffected. What must be done is to locate the particular condition—a very specific condition—that throws him off, and then start eliminating circuits.”
Powell got up and dusted himself, “Hmph. All right. Take away the blueprints and burn them.”
Donovan said, “You see when activity intensifies, anything can happen, given one single faulty part. Insulation breaks down, a condenser spills over, a connection sparks, a coil overheats. And if you work blind, with the whole robot to choose from, you’ll never find the bad spot. If you take Dave apart and test every point of his body mechanism one by one, putting him together each time, and trying him out—”
“All right. All right. I can see through a porthole, too.”
They faced each other hopelessly, and then Powell said cautiously, “Suppose we interview one of the subsidiaries.”
Neither Powell nor Donovan had ever had previous occasion to talk to a “finger.” It could talk; it wasn’t quite the perfect analogy to a human finger. In fact, it had a fairly developed brain, but that brain was tuned primarily to the reception of orders via positronic field, and its reaction to independent stimuli was rather fumbling.
Nor was Powell certain as to its name. Its serial number was DV-5-2, but that was not very useful.