Adam Link: Robot Vol. 1 by Eando Binder

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Dr. Link created a self-aware robot and named it/him Adam Link. After Dr. Link died, Adam had to face the world alone. And the world had to determine if Adam was monster or man. These are the memoirs of Adam Link- robot.

“I, Robot” (1939) – Adam Link, the robot creation of Dr. Link, was as human as environment could make him. The power of thought was his, but when he tried to take his place in the world of men . . . the amazing confession of a mechanical man.[/caption]

Chapter I – My Creation
Chapter II – My Education
Chapter III – My Fate

The Trial of Adam Link, Robot (1939) – Adam Link, thinking robot, goes on trial for his life, and finds himself facing the hate of a world.
Chapter I – Monster or Man?
Chapter II – Fighting Fear
Chapter III – I Risk My Life
Chapter IV – On Trial for My Life

Adam Link In Business (1940) – Adam Link finds out that human hearts are not machines, and discovers for the first time the real meaning of human love.
Chapter I – Pardon … Or Death?
Chapter II – A Business Venture
Chapter III – New Developments
Chapter IV – Kay Makes a Confession

Adam Link’s Vengeance (1940) – “If you are lonely,” said Dr. Hillory, “why not make another robot patterned after the woman you love?” And Adam Link agreed.
Chapter I
Chapter II – “Educating” an Eve
Chapter III – Happiness at Last?
Chapter IV – A Horrible Slavery
Chapter V – Heartbreaking Combat
Chapter VI – “Vengeance Is Mine!”

The first two stories, I,Robot and The Trial of Adam Link were adapted as an episode of the 1960s television series The Outer Limits. It was later remade in the revived version of the series in the 1990s. Both episodes starred Leonard Nimoy.

Eando Binder is the pen-name that was used by brothers, Earl Andrew Binder (1904-1965) and Otto Binder (1911-1974).

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Excerpt: “I, Robot”

Chapter I

My Creation

MUCH of what has occurred puzzles me. But I think I am beginning to understand now. You call me a monster, but you are wrong. Utterly wrong!

I will try to prove it to you, in writing. I hope I have time to finish—

I will begin at the beginning. I was born, or created, six months ago, on November 3 of last year. I am a true robot. So many of you seem to have doubts. I am made of wires and wheels, not flesh and blood.

My first recollection of consciousness was a feeling of being chained, and I was. For three days before that, I had been seeing and hearing, but all in a jumble. Now, I had the urge to arise and peer more closely at the strange, moving form that I had seen so many times before me, making sounds.

The moving form was Dr. Link, my creator. He was the only thing that moved, of all the objects within my sight. He and one other object—his dog Terry. Therefore these two objects held my interest more. I hadn’t yet learned to associate movement with life.

But on this fourth day, I wanted to approach the two moving shapes and make noises at them. Particularly at the smaller one. His noises were challenging, stirring. They made me want to rise and quiet them. But I was chained. I was held down by them so that, in my blank state of mind, I wouldn’t wander off and bring myself to an untimely end, or harm someone unknowingly.

These things, of course, Dr. Link explained to me later, when I could dissociate my thoughts and understand. I was just like a baby for those three days—a human baby. I am not as other so-called robots were—mere automatized machines designed to obey certain commands or arranged stimuli.

No, I was equipped with a pseudo-brain that could receive all stimuli that human brains could. And with possibilities of eventually learning to rationalize for itself.

But for three days Dr. Link was very anxious about my brain. I was like a human baby and yet I was also like a sensitive, but unorganized, machine, subject to the whim of mechanical chance. My eyes turned when a bit of paper fluttered to the floor. But photoelectric cells had been made before capable of doing the same. My mechanical ears turned to best receive sounds from a certain direction, but any scientist could duplicate that trick with sonic-relays.

The question was—did my brain, to which the eyes and ears were connected, hold on to these various impressions for future use? Did I have, in short—memory?

THREE days I was like a newborn baby. And Dr. Link was like a worried father, wondering if his child had been born a hopeless idiot. But on the fourth day, he feared I was a wild animal. I began to make rasping sounds with my vocal apparatus, in answer to the sharp little noises the dog Terry made. I shook my swivel head at the same time, and strained against my bonds.

For a while, as Dr. Link told me, he was frightened of me. I seemed like nothing so much as an enraged jungle creature, ready to go berserk. He had more than half a mind to destroy me on the spot.

But one thing changed his mind and saved me.

The little animal, Terry, barking angrily, rushed forward suddenly. It probably wanted to bite me. Dr. Link tried to call it back, but too late. Finding my smooth metal legs adamant, the dog leaped with foolish bravery in my lap, to come at my throat. One of my hands grasped it by the middle, held it up. My metal fingers squeezed too hard and the dog gave out a pained squeal.

Instantaneously, my hand opened to let the creature escape! Instantaneously. My brain had interpreted the sound for what it was. A long chain of memory-association had worked. Three days before, when I had first been brought to life, Dr. Link had stepped on Terry’s foot accidently. The dog had squealed its pain. I had seen Dr. Link, at risk of losing his balance, instantly jerk up his foot. Terry had stopped squealing.

Terry squealed when my hand tightened. He would stop when I un-tightened. Memory-association. The thing psychologists call reflexive reaction. A sign of a living brain.

Dr. Link tells me he let out a cry of pure triumph. He knew at a stroke I had memory. He knew I was not a wanton monster. He knew I had a thinking organ, and a first-class one. Why? Because I had reacted instantaneously. You will realize what that means later.

I  LEARNED to walk in three hours. Dr. Link was still taking somewhat of a chance, unbinding my chains. He had no assurance that I would not just blunder away like a witless machine. But he knew he had to teach me to walk before I could learn to talk. The same as he knew he must bring my brain alive fully connected to the appendages and pseudo-organs it was later to use.

If he had simply disconnected my legs and arms for those first three days, my awakening brain would never have been able to use them when connected later. Do you think, if you were suddenly endowed with a third arm, that you could ever use it? Why does it take a cured paralytic so long to regain the use of his natural limbs? Mental blind spots in the brain. Dr. Link had all those strange psychological twists figured out.

Walk first. Talk next. That is the tried-and-true rule used among humans since the dawn of their species. Human babies learn best and fastest that way. And I was a human baby in mind, if not body.

Excerpt From: Eando Binder. “Adam Link: Robot Vol. 1.”