I was angry. If he had a Pain Button I would have pressed it. The next day I was disobedient and illogical and he hurt me, but I did it anyway. We were in space and I pushed my reaction rate up so high he grew frightened.
When he let me sleep again I dreamed that I was a TwoLegs. In the dream Teacher had a Pain Button and I pressed it until he melted inside. Janna was adient to me then and liked me. I think things about her that I do not understand; my data are not logically organized concerning her, nor do they spring from my memory banks. If I were a TwoLegs and Janna liked me I think that I would know what to do. But how can this be so? Data must come from memory banks. I am afraid to ask Teacher.
Teacher teaches me to do a thing called “war.” It is like a game, but I haven’t really played it yet. Teacher said that there was not yet a war, but that there would be one when Secon Samesh is ready. That was why I was so important. I was not like their other machines. Their other machines needed TwoLeg crews to direct them. I could fly and play war-game alone. I think this is why they made me so I could disobey and be illogical. I change my intent when a situation changes. And I can make a decision from insufficient data, if other data are not available. Teacher said, “Sometimes things are like that in war.”
Teacher said that Secon Samesh would use me, and others like me, to capture the planet from which all TwoLegs came in the beginning of time. It is called Earth, I think—the world Janna sometimes sings about. I do not know why Secon Samesh wanted it. I do not like planets. Space is the place of my great happiness. But the war would be in space, if it came, and there would be others like me—and I would cease to be alone. I hoped the war would come soon.
But first I had to prove to Secon Samesh that I was a good weapon.
Teacher kept trying to make Janna be adient to him but she would not. One day he said to her: “You’ll have to go up with me tomorrow. There is something wrong with the landing radar. It seems all right on the ground but in space it goes haywire.”
I listened. That was erroneous datum. My ground-looking eyes were functioning perfectly. I did not understand why he said it. But I kept silent for his hand was resting idly on the Pain Button.
She frowned suspiciously. “What seems to be wrong with it?”
“Double image and a jerky let-down.”
It was not true! Without replying she made a ground-check.
“I can’t find anything wrong.”
“I told you—it only happens in space.”
She was silent for a long time, then: “All right, we’ll run a flight test. I’ll have Fonec come with us.”
“No,” he said. “Clicker’s maximum crew-load is only two.”
“I—don’t—”
“Be here at sixtime tomorrow,” he said. “That’s an order.”
She reddened angrily but said nothing. She continued looking over the radar. He smiled thoughtfully at her slender back and went away. She went to the port and stared after him until he was out of sight.
“Clicker?” she whispered.
“Yes, Secon Janna?”
“Is he lying?”
“I am afraid. He will hurt me if I tell.”
“He is lying then.”
“Now he will hurt me!”
She looked around at me for a long time. Then she made that funny noise in her throat and shook her head. “No, he won’t. I’ll go, Clicker. Then he won’t’ hurt you.”
I was happy that she would do it—for me—but after she was gone I wondered. Perhaps I should not let her do it. She was still avoidant toward Teacher; maybe he wanted to do something that would give her Trouble.
It was nearly sixtime, and the yellow-orange sun Epsilon Eridani lay just below the horizon coloring the sky pink-gray. Teacher came first, stalking across the concrete plain in space-gear. He wore a distant thoughtful smile. He looked satisfied with himself. He climbed aboard and prowled about for a few minutes. I watched him. He stopped to glower at one of my eyes. He turned it off, blinding my vision in the direction of the gravity pads upon which the TwoLegs must lie during high accelcration. I did not understand.
“How can I see that you are safe, Secon Teacher?” I asked. -
“You do not need to see,” he growled. “I don’t like you staring at me. And you talk too much. I’ll have to teach you not to talk so much.”
He gave me five dots of Pain, not enough to cause unconsciousness but sufficient to cause a whimper. I hated him.
Janna came. She looked tired and a little frightened. She scrambled aboard without accepting an assist from Teacher.
“Let’s get this over with, Barnish. Have Clicker lift fifty miles, then settle back slowly. That should be enough.”
“Are you in a hurry, my dear?”
“Yes.”
“To attend one of your meetings, I presume?”
I watched her. Her face went white, and she whirled toward him. “I—” She moistened her lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Teacher chuckled. “The clandestine meetings, my dear—in the west grove. The Liberty Clan, I think you call yourselves, eh? Oh, no use protesting; I know you joined it. When do you plan to assassinate Secon Samesh, Janna?”
She swayed dizzily, staring at him with frightened eyes. He chuckled again and looked at one of my eyes.
“Prepare for lift, Clicker.”
I closed my hatches and started the reactors. I was baffled by what Teacher had said. They took their places on the gravity padding where I could no longer see them, but I heard their voices.
“What do you want, Barnish?” she hissed.
“Nothing at all, my dear. Did you think I would betray you? I only meant to warn you. The grove will be raided tonight. Everyone present will be shot.”
“No!”
“Ah, yes! But you, my dear, will be safe in my hands.” I heard a low moan, then sounds of a struggle.
“No, you can’t leave the ship, Janna. You’d warn the others. Here, let me buckle you in. Clicker—call control for take-off instructions.”
Control is only an electronic analyzer. I flicked it a meaningful series of radar pulses, and received the all- clear.
“Now, lift.”
There was thunder, and smoke arose about me as the rockets seared the ramp. I went up at four gravities and there was silence from my passengers. About ten minutes later we were 1,160 miles in space, travelling at 6.5 miles per second.
“Present kinetic energy exceeds energy-of-escape,” I announced.
“Cut your rockets,” Teacher ordered.
I obeyed, and I beard them sitting up to stretch. Teacher laughed.
“Let me alone!” she wailed. “You despicable—”
He laughed again. “Remember the Liberty Clan, my dear.”
“Listen!” she hissed. “Let me warn them! You can have me. I’ll even marry you, if you want me to. But let me warn them—”
“I’m sorry, Janna. I can’t let you. The miserable traitors have to be dealt with. I—”
“Clicker!” she pleaded. “Help me! Take us down—for God’s sake!”
“Shut up!” he snapped.
