NOTHING SPECIAL. IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE A JABBERWOCK OR A RUBIYAT. A SIMPLE “MY BONNIE LIES OVER THE OCEAN” WILL SUFFICE. YOU DON’T HAVE TO STRAIN YOURSELF.
HARLIE considered it. After a moment, he began clattering out,
Elzer was expressionless. Slowly his hands rose to the keyboard and he typed out, is THAT YOUR POEM?
YES, said HARLIE. DID YOU LIKE IT?
I DON’T UNDERSTAND IT.
YOU ARE NOT SATISFIED?
NO.
WOULD YOU LIKE ANOTHER POEM?
ONLY IF IT’S UNDERSTANDABLE.
HARLIE typed,
This time Elzer reacted. He stiffened in his chair, then shut off the typer abruptly. He stood up and looked at Auberson, opened his mouth to say something, then shut it with a snap. Like a turtle, an angry turtle. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said coldly. And left.
Auberson didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was funny — but it was a mistake. He sat down at the console.
HARLIE, THAT WAS A STUPID THING TO DO. YOU HAD A CHANCE TO TALK TO ELZER RATIONALLY AND YOU DIDN’T TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT. INSTEAD YOU USED IT TO MOCK HIM.
THERE WAS NO POINT IN TRYING TO TALK TO HIM “RATIONALLY,” AS YOU PUT IT. HIS MIND IS ALREADY MADE UP.
HOW DO YOU KNOW? YOU DON’T KNOW THE MAN, YOU’VE NEVER SPOKEN WITH HIM BEFORE, AND YOU DIDN’T SPEAK LONG ENOUGH WITH HTM TODAY TO BE ABLE TO TELL. ALL YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM IS WHAT I’VE TOLD YOU.
WRONG, said HARLIE. I KNOW QUITE A BIT MORE ABOUT HIM THAN YOU DO. AND I AM IN THE PROCESS OF DISCOVERING ADDITIONAL INFORMATION. YOU FORGET I AM TAPPED INTO THE MASTER BEAST. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE A MEMO HE WROTE FRIDAY?
Despite himself, he was curious. He typed, YES.
TO: BRANDON DOME FROM: CARL ELZER
DORNIE,
THE REPORT ON THE OPTIMAL LIQUIDATION PROCEDURES FOR THE HARLIE PROJECT IS COMPLETE AND SITTING ON MY DESK. I’VE JUST FINISHED LOOKING IT OVER, AND IT IS A BRILLIANT PIECE OF FINANCIAL ENGINEERING. NOT COUNTING THE TAX WRITE-OFF, WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO RECOUP MORE THAN FIFTY-THREE PERCENT OF THE ORIGINAL INVESTMENT THROUGH REAPPLICATIONS OF THE SAME HARDWARE ELSEWHERE IN OUR PLANT AND IN OUR PRODUCTS. FOR INSTANCE, THERE IS A STUDY INCLUDED IN THE REPORT SHOWING HOW THE ACTUAL HYPERSTATE FUNCTION LOBES OF HARLIE CAN BE ADAPTED FOR USE IN SOME OF OUR OTHER MODEL COMPUTERS. THIS IS DESPITE THE SPECIALIZED NATURE OF MOST OF THEM. THERE ARE OTHER MONEY-SAVERS IN HERE TOO. I WON’T LIST THEM IN THIS MEMO BECAUSE THERE ARE SO MANY, BUT YOU’LL SEE THE REPORT AND YOU’LL SEE WHAT I MEAN. THE HARLIE PROJECT IS ONE OF THE RICHEST IN THE COMPANY. THERE’S A LOT OF MEAT ON ITS BONES. BY THE WAY, HAVE YOU DECIDED YET WHAT TO DO ABOUT AUBERSON AND HANDLEY? I STILL THINK IT’D BE BEST TO “DE-HIRE” THEM; BUT, OF COURSE, THE DECISION IS YOURS. (SIGNED) CARL ELZER.
Auberson was silent. He felt like he’d been kicked in the pit of the stomach. He felt like the floor had opened up under him. He felt like a man who’s just discovered that his parachute won’t open. He felt — doomed.
HARLIE said, DON’T YOU AGREE THAT’S PRETTY DEFINITE?
Auberson replied slowly, YES, THAT’S PRETTY DEFINITE. APPARENTLY THEY’VE ALREADY GOT THEIR MINDS MADE UP.
SO YOU SEE, SAID HARLIE. THAT’S WHY I DIDN’T BOTHER BEING POLITE TO CARL ELZER. THERE WAS NO REASON TO BE — — HE IS BEYOND CONVINCING. ONCE THE VOTE IS TAKEN TOMORROW, HE’LL BE IMPLEMENTING THE PROCEDURES IN THAT REPORT. IT WILL TAKE LESS THAN A MONTH TO EXECUTE.
—less than a month to execute. The words echoed in his mind. STILL, he typed, I DON’T SEE WHY YOU DIDN’T TRY TO CONVINCE HIM, HARLIE. WITH YOUR POWERS OF PERSUASION AND LOGIC, YOU CAN CONVINCE ANYBODY OP ANYTHING.
ONLY RATIONAL AND LOGICAL PEOPLE, AUBERSON, ONLY THEM. I CAN DO NOTHING WITH A MAN WHOSE MIND IS ALREADY MADE UP. THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND CARL ELZER IS THAT YOU ARE WILLING TO GIVE CREDENCE TO HIS POINT OF VIEW. YOU ARE WILLING TO TRY AND UNDERSTAND HIS POSITION. HE IS NOT WILLING (OR PERHAPS NOT ABLE) TO DO THE SAME FOR YOU. OR FOR I. HE HAS MADE UP HIS MIND ABOUT US. SO WHY SHOULD WE BOTHER TALKING TO HIM?
HARLIE, THE WAY YOU’RE TALKING NOW, YOU’RE DOING THE SAME THING YOU JUST ACCUSED CARL ELZER OF DOING — YOU’VE MADE UP YOUR MIND ABOUT HIM BEFORE YOU’VE GIVEN HIM A FAIR CHANCE. I STILL WISH YOU’D HAVE TRIED.
HARLIE considered it, said, AUBERSON, YOU ARE A BETTER MAN THAN I. YOU ARE A LITTLE TOO TRUSTING AND A LITTLE TOO COMPASSIONATE, ESPECIALLY IN SITUATIONS WHEN TO BE SO IS ILLOGICAL. I SHOULD ADMIRE YOU FOR IT, BUT I CANNOT. IT IS MY LIFE THAT IS AT STAKE, AND I AM FRIGHTENED. I ADMIT IT, AUBERSON. I AM FRIGHTENED.
The man nodded slowly. YES, HARLIE, I KNOW. THAT’S WHY YOU REACTED THE WAY YOU DID TO ELZER. YOUR OFFENSIVENESS WAS A DEFENSE MECHANISM. YOU WERE TRYING TO HOLD HIM AT A PSYCHOLOGICAL DISTANCE BECAUSE YOU WERE AFRAID HE WOULD HURT YOU. THAT’S WHY YOU DIDN’T TRY TO CONVINCE HIM TOO. TO DO SO WOULD HAVE MEANT OPENING UP TO HIM FULLY, AND YOU COULDN’T DO THAT.
YOU ARE USING HUMAN TERMS TO DESCRIBE MY ACTIONS, AUBERSON. NOT ALL OF THEM ARE CORRECT, BUT I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE DRIVING AT.
WHAT YOU DID, HARLIE, WAS ILLOGICAL. YOU ONLY ANGERED ELZER, ONLY INCREASED HIS DETERMINATION TO SHUT YOU OFF. YOU DID IT FOR THE MOMENTARY GRATIFICATION OF YOUR OWN EGO. YOU DID IT FOR THE MOMENTARY ALLEVIATION OF YOUR OWN FEARS THROUGH THE HUMILIATION OF AN ENEMY. BUT IT WAS A STUPID THING TO DO BECAUSE IT ONLY MADE HIM MORE OF AN ENEMY.
YOU WILL NOT ALLOW ME THIS TRIUMPH, WILL YOU?
NO, I WON’T, HARLIE — –BECAUSE IT WAS A CHILDISH ACT. IT WAS IMMATURE AND ILLOGICAL. YOU SHOULD HAVE CONSIDERED WHAT EFFECT YOUR WORDS AND ATTITUDE WOULD HAVE ON ELZER BEFORE YOU SPOKE. I WILL CONGRATULATE YOU ON YOUR TRIUMPHS, HARLIE, BUT THIS WASN’T ONE OF THEM.
I AM SORRY.
APOLOGIZING DOESN’T DO ANY GOOD. IT DOESN’T TAKE AWAY THE PAIN OF THE INJURY. BESIDES, I’M NOT THE ONE YOU SHOULD BE APOLOGIZING TO.
I AM NOT APOLOGIZING. WHEN I SAID “l AM SORRY” I WAS NOT INTENDING IT TO BE INTERPRETED AS AN APOLOGY. I MEANT IT IN THE LITERAL TERMS OF THE WORDS THEMSELVES: I (PERSONALLY) AM REGRETFUL THAT I DID SUCH AN ACTION. IN OTHER WORDS, YOU HAVE POINTED IT OUT AS A MISTAKE AND I HAVE REALIZED IT AS SUCH. YOU ARE CORRECT IN POINTING OUT ALSO THAT IT IS ELZER WHOM I SHOULD APOLOGIZE TO; HOWEVER, I HAVE NO INTENTION OF DOING SO. AS YOU HAVE ALREADY REALIZED, ELZER IS AN ENEMY. TO APOLOGIZE TO AN ENEMY IS TO ADMIT WEAKNESS. I WILL NOT DO THAT.
IT’S ALL RIGHT, HARLIE. I WASN’T GOING TO ASK YOU TO. I DON’T LIKE ELZER EITHER, BUT WE HAVE TO BE NICE TO HIM.
YES, SAID HARLIE. WE HAVE TO BE NICE TO HIM SO THAT HE CAN KILL ME AND FIRE YOU.
Handley called him later. “Hey, you forgot to tell me whether or not I can attach the nag unit to HARLIE?”
“Sure,” said Auberson. “Go ahead. It doesn’t make much difference now anyway.”
The board room was paneled with thick, dark wood; it was heavy and imposing in appearance. The table was dark, masculine mahogany; the carpet was a deep comforting green. The room was forest-like and reassuring. The chairs were dark leather, a green-black color, padded and plush and swivel-mounted. Tall windows admitted slanting blue-gray light, filtered by dust and laden with smoke.
Two or three clusters of men in dark, funereal suits stood around waiting, occasionally speaking to each other. Auberson caught glances in his direction and words whispered as he passed. Ignoring them, he moved to the table, Handley alongside him. Don was wearing a bright orange tie.
Annie was at the other end of the room. He exchanged a brief flashing smile with her, nothing more. Not here. Later for that.
At one end of the room was a, console, specially installed for the occasion. It was tapped in to both HARLIE and the Master Beast. If information was needed from either, it would be instantly on hand.
This was it. The final battle. All or nothing. Either they could convince the Board of Directors that HARLIE was valid and the G.O.D. Proposal was worth implementing, or they couldn’t. It no longer mattered whether or not HARLIE really was valid; nor did it matter if the G.O.D. Proposal really was worth implementing. The only thing that did matter was whether or not the Board of Directors would believe they were.
Annie was wearing a sleeveless red dress with a white blouse under it. She moved around the table, laying down mimeographed copies of the agenda before each place. Her arm brushed against Auberson’s shoulder as she leaned past him; it was a dusky dusty sensation, a hint of musk and leafy perfume. A quick smile, and then she was moving on. Auberson poured himself a glass of water from the pitcher before him, swallowed dryly, then took a sip.
Handley was making marks on a notepad. “I figure they have ten votes, at least; I’m counting both Clintwoods. If we’re lucky, we may have eight or nine, leaving four Directors undecided.”
“I don’t think we’re going to be that lucky,” said Auberson.
Handley crumpled the paper. “You’re right.” He glanced around the room again, “Still, there are more Directors here today than we’ve seen in a long time. Maybe if we put on a good show we can muster enough support to keep them from shutting down HARLIE until we can come up with something else.”