voce. Five hundred and twenty million.
| Hallemeier |
Life was a good thing, life was—Looking out of window. Directly to Fabry. Fabry, switch the current into that railing. |
| Fabry |
Why? Rushes to electric installation at L. |
| Hallemeier |
They’re grabbing hold of it. Domin rises—straightens up. All rise. |
| Dr. Gall |
Connect it up. |
| Hallemeier |
Fine, that’s doubled them up. Two, three, four killed. |
| Dr. Gall |
They’re retreating. Domin sits. |
| Hallemeier |
Five killed. |
| Dr. Gall |
Pause. The first encounter. |
| Hallemeier |
They’re charred to cinders, my boy. Who says we must give in? Music stops. |
| Domin |
Alquist and Gall sit. Wiping his forehead. Perhaps we’ve been killed this hundred years and are only ghosts. It’s as if I had been through all this before, as if I’d already had a mortal wound here in the throat. Looking at each as he speaks. And you, Fabry, had once been shot in the head. And you, Gall, torn limb from limb. And Hallemeier knifed. |
| Hallemeier |
Fancy me being knifed. Looks at each. Then speaks. Why are you so quiet, you fools? Steps down. Speak, can’t you? |
| Alquist |
And who is to blame for all this? |
| Hallemeier |
Nobody is to blame except the Robots. |
| Alquist |
No, it is we are to blame. You, Domin, myself—all of us. For our own selfish ends, for profit, for progress, we have destroyed mankind. Now we’ll burst with all our greatness. |
| Hallemeier |
Rubbish, man. Mankind can’t be wiped out so easily. |
| Alquist |
It’s our fault. It’s our fault. Rises, coming R. of Gall. |
| Dr. Gall |
No! I’m to blame for this, for everything that’s happened. He leaves the window and comes down to end of couch. |
| Fabry |
You, Gall? |
| Dr. Gall |
I changed the Robots. |
| Busman |
What’s that? |
| Dr. Gall |
I changed the character of the Robots. I changed the way of making them. Just a few details about their bodies. Chiefly—chiefly, their—their irritability. |
| Hallemeier |
Damn it, why? |
| Busman |
What did you do it for? |
| Fabry |
Why didn’t you say anything? |
| Dr. Gall |
I did it in secret. I was transforming them into human beings. In certain respects they’re already above us. They’re stronger than we are. |
| Fabry |
And what’s that got to do with the revolt of the Robots? |
| Dr. Gall |
Everything, in my opinion. They’ve ceased to be machines. They’re already aware of their superiority, and they hate us as they hate everything human. |
| Domin |
Perhaps we’re only phantoms. |
| Fabry |
Stop, Harry. We haven’t much time, Doctor Gall. |
| Domin |
Fabry, Fabry, how your forehead bleeds where the shot pierced it. |
| Fabry |
Crosses to Gall. Be silent! Doctor Gall, you admit changing the way of making the Robots. |
| Dr. Gall |
Yes. |
| Fabry |
Were you aware of what might be the consequences of your experiment? |
| Dr. Gall |
I was bound to reckon with such a possibility. |
| Fabry |
Amusing. Why did you do it, then? |
|
Helena enters L. 1. |
| Dr. Gall |
For my own satisfaction. The experiment was my own. |
| Helena |
That’s not true, Doctor Gall! Crosses to couch. |
| Domin |
Rises. Helena, you? Crosses to her. Let’s look at you. Oh, it’s terrible to be dead. He rises and crushes her in his arms. |
| Helena |
Stop, Harry. |
| Domin |
No, no, Helena, don’t leave me now. You are life itself. |
| Helena |
No, dear, I won’t leave you. But I must tell them. Doctor Gall is not guilty. |
| Fabry |
Excuse me. Gall was under certain obligations. |
| Helena |
No. He did it because I wanted it. Tell them, Doctor Gall—how many years ago did I ask you to—? |
| Dr. Gall |
I did it on my own responsibility. |
| Helena |
Don’t believe him. I asked him to give the Robots souls. |
| Domin |
This has nothing to do with the soul. |
| Helena |
That’s what he said. He said that he could change only a physiological—a physiological— |
| Hallemeier |
From up at window. A physiological correlate? |
| Helena |
Yes. But it meant so much to me that he should do even that. |
| Domin |
Why? |
| Helena |
I thought that if they were more like us they would understand us better. That they couldn’t hate us if they were only a little more human. |
| Domin |
Nobody can hate man more than man. |
| Helena |
Oh, don’t speak like that, Harry. It was so terrible, this cruel strangeness between us and them. That’s why I asked Gall to change the Robots. I swear to you that he didn’t want to. |
| Domin |
But he did it. |
| Helena |
Because I asked him. |
| Dr. Gall |
I did it for myself as an experiment. Up to window. |
| Helena |
No, Doctor Gall! I know you wouldn’t refuse me. |
| Domin |
Why? |
| Helena |
You know, Harry. |
| Domin |
Yes, because he’s in love with you—like all of them. Fabry up to window. Pause. Domin takes her in his arms. |
| Hallemeier |
Good God, they’re sprouting up out of the earth. Why, perhaps these very walls will change into Robots. |
| Busman |
Rises; crosses to Gall. Gall, when did you actually start these tricks of yours? |
| Dr. Gall |
Three years ago. |
| Busman |
Aha. And on how many Robots altogether did you carry out your improvements? Walking to and fro. |
| Dr. Gall |
A few hundred of them. |
| Busman |
Ah! That means for every million of the good old Robots there’s only one of Gall’s improved pattern. Back to table L. C. |
| Domin |
What of it? Crossing around L., he stands upstage in the L. 2 doorway. |
| Busman |
That it’s of no consequence whatsoever. |
| Fabry |
Busman’s right. Helena sits in armchair R. of L. C. table. |
| Busman |
I should think so, my boy; but do you know what is to blame for this lovely mess? |
| Fabry |
What? |
| Busman |
The number! Crosses to L. of L. C. table. Upon my soul, we might have known that some day or other the Robots would be stronger than human beings, and that this was bound to happen. And we were doing all we could to bring it about as soon as possible. You, Domin, you, Fabry, myself— |
| Domin |
Are you accusing us? Turning on him. |
| Busman |
Oh, do you suppose the management controls the output? It’s the demand that controls the output. |
| Helena |
And is it for that we must perish? |
| Busman |
That’s a nasty word, Madame Helena. We don’t want to perish. I don’t, anyhow. He |