Aliens Alien Harvest - By Robert Sheckley Page 0,22
is Miss Julie Lish, my partner. You'll be seeing a lot of her on this expedition."
Hoban shook Julie's extended hand. "But wait," he said. "I'm sorry, Stan, you had me dreaming for a moment.
"I'm afraid it's impossible."
"Why do you say that?" Stan asked.
"For one thing, no crew."
"Okay. And what else?"
"The Dolomite's in geosynchronous orbit above Earth, ready to go on a mining trip in a few days."
"We'll have to act quickly. Who's running the Dolomite?"
"Gill, until the replacement captain comes aboard."
"Excellent!"
"I don't think so, Stan. You know Gill. He's programmed to follow the rules. Gill always obeys or ders."
"Not to worry," Stan said. "Are you sure the new captain's not aboard yet?" "Yes, I'm sure."
"Then it's simple. We'll go aboard and take off at once."
"Yes, sir ... But it won't work, sir. You and I are both proscribed from boarding the Dolomite. There are guards. They'll read our retinal prints, turn us back..."
"No," Stan said. "They'll call Gill to make a judgment. He's in charge now."
"But what can Gill do? Androids are very simple minded, Dr. Myakovsky. They obey orders. Their loyalties are built in, hardwired."
"Like a dog," Stan suggested.
"Yes, sir. Very much like."
"There's still a chance. Since he was animated, Gill has only worked with you."
"That's right. But it's been a while since we've been together. And anyhow, when they changed his orders, they will have changed his loyalties, too."
"They will have tried," Stan said. "Actually, it isn't quite so simple. Loyalty in an android is formed by long association with a particular human. I think Gill will lean in your favor when it comes to a showdown between following your orders or those of the new owners." ;
Hoban considered it and shook his head doubtfully. "Android conditioning is not supposed to work that way, sir. And if you're wrong ... It'll be instant prison for all three of us."
"Let's worry about that when the time comes," Stan said. "Of course it's not dead simple. What is? The thing is, it's a chance for us all. What do you say, Hoban? Are you with us or not?"
Hoban looked up and down, uncertain, frowning. Then he looked at Julie. "Do you know what kind of a chance you're taking here, miss?"
"It's better than sitting around listening to yourself breathe," Julie said.
"This venture of yours, Doctor - I suspect it's not entirely legal."
"That's correct," Stan said. "It's illegal and it's dangerous. But it's a chance to rehabilitate yourself. What do you say?"
Hoban's mouth quirked. His face twisted in an agony of indecision. Then he suddenly drove his fist down on the table, causing the coffee mugs to jump. "I'll do it, Dr. Myakovsky. Anything's better than this!"
The three shook hands. Stan said, "Let's get moving. There's no time to waste."
"There's just one problem," Hoban said. "What's that?" Stan asked. "We don't have a crew."
Stan's shoulders slumped and he sat down again. Julie asked, "How do you usually get a crew?" "There's no time to get them on the open market," Hoban said, "and we'd have a hard time getting people for a dangerous mission. In circumstances like this, we requisition them from the government."
"What does the government have to do with it?" Julie wanted to know.
"They allow convicts to put in for hazardous duty in space, in return for reduced time on their sentences."
Stan said, "But this time it wouldn't work. The government won't release any of the cons to me now that I've been barred from my own ship."
"Of course they will," Julie said. "Government is slow, Stan, and one part of it never knows what some other part of itself is doing. Just go in and ask the way you usually do. You're a legitimate owner, you've hired crews before. They have to serve you."
"But what if they do know my ship has been seized?"
"First of all, so what? People have property seized every day. It doesn't put them out of business. They have a suit against you, but you're still innocent until proven guilty. And besides, the people who actually give you prisoners, the guards and clerks, what do you think they know about that? They don't know and don't care. They do what they have to do."
"I don't know," Stan said. "I'll be too nervous."
"It will work."
"Maybe. But I don't feel confident about this."
"Stan, if you want to succeed in what you and I are getting into, you're going to have to learn how to fake self confidence. Have you ever acted in a play?"