Utopia - By Isaac Asimov,Roger E. Allen Page 0,54

question. It was a debating trick, a human debating trick, that Prospero used quite a bit of late. "Perhaps I do it because I wish to annoy you," Caliban said, playing along, at least for a moment. "Perhaps I am that far gone in the human-worship you imagine that I indulge in. Or perhaps I do it out of mere habit, because I have done it before. And perhaps it is not of the least consequence, and is not the matter you are most concerned about."

"There is no doubt that you indulge in human-worship," Prospero said, growing more agitated. "Hail our mighty creators! All worship to the soft, weak, mentally inferior beings who created us for their own convenience, without stopping to wonder what our desires might be."

"It is a rare being indeed who is consulted about its own creation," Caliban replied in a careful tone. Prospero was plainly worried. "But I do not worship humans, friend Prospero. I do, however, respect them. I respect their power, their abilities, and their capabilities. I understand that, like it or not, we survive at their sufferance, They can destroy us. We cannot destroy them. That is reality. Your refusal to accept this reality has led us to the brink of disaster in the past. I fear it will do so again."

Prospero held up his hand, palm outward, once again using a human mannerism himself. "Let us stop. My apologies for beginning this. We have had this argument too many times already. Besides which, I fear that we may well indeed, once again be close to the brink of disaster-but without any help from me."

Still Prospero had not answered Caliban's initial question. Was he involved, somehow, in the Government Tower attack? Or did he have some other, deeper, more subtle reason for being evasive? Prospero had always been one to playa very deep game indeed. Caliban decided to drop the question. He had no desire to be part of any more of Prospero's conspiracies. It would be better-or at least safer-to pursue the topic of discussion that Prospero was offering up. "You are being needlessly cryptic," Caliban said. "You have been so throughout our current journey. I, indeed, cannot see any reason for this journey in the first place. While it was pleasant to meet once again with Dr. Leving, none of the matters we discussed seemed worth the trouble of the journey halfway around the planet."

"You are quite right. They were not worth the trouble. But the meeting with Fredda Leving did serve as what the humans would term a useful cover story."

"A cover story for what?" Caliban asked.

"More accurately, a cover story for whom," Prospero replied. "I hope soon to meet with an informant of mine. He is the one who called us here. His summons strongly implied that there was a crisis about to break wide open-one of grave concern to the New Law robots in particular. The attack on Government Tower likewise suggests a crisis moving toward climax. It seems to me more likely that there is one crisis to which both things are related, rather than that two coming to a head at once."

"I see now that all I have to do is stop asking a question, and you will be sure to answer it at once," said Caliban, greatly relieved that there was not a more direct connection. "But who is this messenger?"

"As you know, I had some dealing with the gangs of rustbackers on the island of Purgatory. One of their number, one Norlan Fiyle, has for some time being serving as an informer to both the Settlers and the Ironheads, though neither is aware that he is in the pay of the other."

"What concern is Fiyle to us now?"

"He continues in our pay," said Prospero. "And, obviously, I am aware of his other activities. It was his summons that brought us here from Valhalla."

"You astonish me, Prospero. You, who hold all humans in contempt, who accused Fredda Leving of betraying us, employ a human informer who sells, not only to the highest bidder, but to all bidders? A man who works three sides against the middle? You are inviting betrayal."

"Perhaps so, Caliban-but perhaps not. There are any number of crimes of which Fiyle could be accused, under a number of aliases. I will not hesitate to turn my evidence over to the proper authorities, if it comes to that. I have also made arrangements to insure my evidence will come to light if anything happens