Gateway - Frederik Pohl
Chapter 1
My name is Robinette Broadhead, in spite of which I am male. My analyst (whom I call Sigfrid von Shrink, although that isn't his name; he hasn't got a name, being a machine) has a lot of electronic fun with this fact:
"Why do you care if some people think it's a girl's name, Rob?"
"I don't."
"Then why do you keep bringing it up?"
He annoys me when he keeps bringing up what I keep bringing up. I look at the ceiling with its hanging mobiles and pinatas, then I look out the window. It isn't really a window. It's a moving holopic of surf coming in on Kaena Point; Sigfrid's programming is pretty eclectic. After a while I say, "I can't help what my parents called me. I tried spelling it R-O-B-I-N-E-T, but then everybody pronounces it wrong."
"You could change it to something else, you know."
"If I changed it," I say, and I am sure I am right in this, "you would just tell me I was going to obsessive lengths to defend my inner dichotomies."
"What I would tell you," Sigfrid says, in his heavy mechanical attempt at humor, "is that, please, you shouldn't use technical psychoanalytic terms. I'd appreciate it if you would just say what you feel."
"What I feel," I say, for the thousandth time, "is happy. I got no problems. Why wouldn't I feel happy?"
We play these word games a lot, and I don't like them. I think there's something wrong with his program. He says, "You tell me, Robbie. Why don't you feel happy?"
I don't say anything to that. He persists. "I think you're worried."
"Shit, Sigfrid," I say, feeling a little disgust, "you always say that. I'm not worried about anything."
He tries wheedling. "There's nothing wrong with saying how you feel."
I look out the window again, angry because I can feel myself trembling and I don't know why. "You're a pain in the ass, Sigfrid, you know that?"
He says something or other, but I am not listening. I am wondering why I waste my time coming here. If there was anybody ever who had every reason to be happy, I have to be him. I'm rich. I'm pretty good-looking. I am not too old, and anyway, I have Full Medical so I can be just about any age I want to be for the next fifty years or so. I live in New York City under the Big Bubble, where you can't afford to live unless you're really well fixed, and maybe some kind of celebrity besides. I have a summer apartment that overlooks the Tappan Sea and the Palisades Dam. And the girls go crazy over my three Out bangles. You don't see too many prospectors anywhere on Earth, not even in New York. They're all wild to have me tell them what it's really like out around the Orion Nebula or the Lesser Magellanic Cloud. (I've never been to either place, of course. The one really interesting place I've been to I don't like to talk about.)
"Or," says Sigirid, having waited the appropriate number of microseconds for a response to whatever it was he said last, "if you really are happy, why do you come here for help?"
I hate it when he asks me the same questions I ask myself. I don't answer. I squirm around until I get comfortable again on the plastic foam mat, because I can tell that it's going to be a long, lousy session. If I knew why I needed help, why would I need help?
481 IRRRAY(O)=IRRAY(P) 13,320 ,C, I think you're worried, 13,325 482 XTERNALS ;66AA3 IF ;5B 13,330 GOTO **723 13,335 XTERNALS 01R IF 7 13,340 GOTO **7Z4 13,345 ,S, Shit, Sigfrid, you always 13,350 say that. 13,355 XTERNALS x999997AA! IF c8 13,360 GOTO **7Z4 IF ? GOTO 13,365 **7Z10 13,370 ,S, I'm not worried about any- 13,375 thing. 13,380 483 IRRAY .SHIT. .ALWAYS. 13,385 .WORRIED/NOT. 13,390 484 ,C, Why don't you tell me 13,395 about it? 13,400 485 IRRAY (P)=IRRAY (Q) INITI- 13,405 ATE COMFORT MODE 13,410 ,C, There's nothing wrong 13,415 with saying how you 13,420 feel. 13,425 487 IRRAY (Q)=IRRAY(R) GOTO 13,430 **1 GOTO **2 GOTO 13,435 **3 13,440 489 ,S, You're a pain in the ass, 13,445 Sigfrid, you know 13,450 that? 13,455 XTERNALS C1! IF ! GOTO 13,460 **7Z10 IF **7Z10! GOTO 13,465 **1 GOTO **2 GOTO **3 13,470 IRRAY .PAIN. 13,475
"You're a pain in the ass, Sigfrid, you know that?"
"Rob, you aren't very responsive today," Sigfrid says through the little loudspeaker