It has been greatly advanced and improved. There have been many refinements in it. But the positronic brain's basic design hasn't changed in thousands of years. It would be as. if we were still using chemical rockets for spacecraft, instead of hyperdrive. The positronic brain is an incredibly conservative design that puts tremendous and needless limits on what robots can do. Because the Three Laws are embedded in its design, the positronic brain is seen as the only possible design for use in robots. That is an article of belief, of faith, even among robotics researchers. But gravitonics could change all that.
"Gravitonic brains currently have one or two minor drawbacks, but they are at the beginning of their development. They promise tremendous advantages over positronics, in terms of flexibility and capacity."
"Well, you certainly sound like a true believer yourself," Kresh said dryly.There is none so faithful as the converted, he thought. "Very well, Terach. I may well wish to talk with you later, but that will do it for now. You may go."
Jomaine nodded and stood up. He hesitated before heading for the door. " Ah, one question," he said. "What is the prognosis for Fredda Leving?"
Kresh's face hardened. "She's still unconscious," he said, "but they expect her to awaken sometime in the next day or so, and go on to a rapid and complete recovery. They are using the most advanced regeneration techniques to stimulate recovery. I understand her head injury should be completely healed within two days."
Jomaine Terach smiled and nodded. "That's excellent news," he said. "The staff here will be delighted to hear it-ah, that is, if I'm allowed to tell them."
Kresh waved his hand in negligent dismissal. "Go right ahead, Terach. It's public knowledge-and she's under heavy guard."
Terach pasted on a patently false smile, nodded nervously, and left the room.
Kresh watched him go. "What's your reading, Donald?" he asked, without looking over at the robot. No one talked about it much, but advanced police robots were specially engineered to detect the body' s involuntary responses to questions. In effect, Donald was a highly sophisticated lie detector.
"I should remind you that Jomaine Terach quite possibly knows about my capabilities as a truth-sensor. I have never met him before, but a records-check confirms that he was on staff here during my construction. That does add a variable. However, suffice to say that he was highly agitated, sir. Far more so than any of the others, and, in my opinion, more so than would be accounted for solely by surprise and concern over the attack on Lady Leving. Voice stress and other indicators confirm that he was concealing something."
That didn't surprise Alvar. All witnesses concealed things. "Was he lying?" he asked. "Lying directly?"
"No, sir. But he was most concerned to learn we knew about the gravitonic brains. I found this confusing, as he went to some length to discuss them. I formed the impression that he was intent on steering the interrogation away from some other point."
"You caught that, too, I see. The damnable thing is that I can't imagine what point he was trying to lead us away from. My hunch is he thinks we know more than we do."
"That is my opinion as well."
Alvar Kresh drummed his fingers on the table and stared at the door Jomaine Terach had used to leave the room.
There was more going on here than the attack on Leving. Something else was up. Something that involved the Governor, and Leving, and Welton, and the Settler-Spacer relationship on Inferno,
Indeed, the attack was already beginning to recede in importance in his mind. That was merely the loose thread he was tugging on. He knew that if he left it alone, the rest of it would never be revealed. Pull it too hard, and it would snap, break its connections to the rest of the mystery. But play the investigation of the attack carefully, tug the thread gently, and maybe he could use it to unravel the whole tangled problem.
Alvar Kresh was determined to find out all he could.
Because somethingbig was going on.
JOMAINE Terach left the interview room. His personal robot, Bertran, was waiting outside in the hall and dutifully followed him as Jomaine hurried back to his own laboratory.
Sheriff Kresh had made Bertran wait outside the room during the interrogation.It was just a little harassment, Jomaine told himself,another way for Kresh to get and keep me unnerved. And yes, he admitted to himself,it had worked. Spacers in general, and Infernals particularly, did not like