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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] are not a potter,' said Dr. Calvin. 'I am a creative artist! I design and build articles and books. There is more to it than the mere thinking of words and of putting them in the right order. If that were all, there would be no pleasure in it, no return. 'A book should take shape in the hands of the writer. One must actually see the chapters grow and develop. One must work and re-work and watch the changes take place beyond the original concept even. There is taking the galleys in hand and seeing how the sentences look in print and molding them again. There are a hundred contacts between a man and his work at every stage of the gameand the contact itself is pleasurable and repays a man for the work he puts into his creation more than anything else could. Your robot would take all that away.' 'So does a typewriter. So does a printing press. Do you propose to return to the hand illumination of manuscripts?' 'Typewriters and printing presses take away some, but your robot would deprive us of all. Your robot takes over the galleys. Soon it, or other robots, would take over the original writing, the searching of the sources, the checking and cross-checking of passages, perhaps even the deduction of conclusions. What would that leave the scholar? One thing onlythe barren decisions concerning what orders to give the robot next! I want to save the future generations of the world of scholarship from such a final hell. That meant 223 more to me than even my own reputation and so I set out to destroy U.S. Robots by whatever means.' 'You were bound to fail,' said Susan Calvin. 'I was bound to try,' said Simon Ninheimer. Calvin turned and left. She did her best to feel no pang of sympathy for the broken man. She did not entirely succeed. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |