Now they sat together in a Ukrainian café, with the late-afternoon sun streaming in through the windows, and Stan said, “I'm going back into space, Captain, and I want you with me.”
“It's good of you to say so,” Hoban said. “But no employer would have me without a license.”
“I still want you,” Stan said. “As for your license, we'll claim it's still in force.”
“But it won't be,” Hoban said.
“You can't be sure of that,” Stan said. “Money talks. I think the courts will find for you, if it comes to an actual trial. And I'll get your case reopened after this trip.”
“Can you really do that?” Hoban asked. A ray of hope lightened his heavy features for a moment, then his expression darkened again. “But I have no ship, Dr. Myakovsky. Or do you want me to pilot something other than the Dolomite?
“No, we're going on the good old Dolomite,” Stan said.
“But, Doctor, you no longer own it! And even if you did, I am no longer allowed to pilot it.”
“Possession is nine tenths of the law,” Stan said. “Once we're aboard and under way, they'll have to argue with us in court. Their lawyers against ours.”
“I don't know,” Hoban said, slumping down and shaking his head.
“Money talks,” Stan pointed out again. “We'll win your case. After this trip, we'll all have it good.”
“Yes, sir. Back into space again … Excuse me for asking, sir, but do you have any money for this venture?”
“Enough for what we need. And a way to get a lot more.”
“Where do you want to go?” Hoban asked.
“Let's get into that later,” Stan said. “You don't mind if it's dangerous, do you?”
Hoban smiled sadly and shrugged. “Anything's better than rotting here, with nothing to hope for.”
“My sentiments exactly,” Stan said. “This 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 orders.”
“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.