I, Robot by Cory Doctorow Read Free Book Online Page B

shut her up.
    "Hello, Liam," he said, once he had the kid in the commandeered manager's office.
    "God damn what the fuck did I ever do to you?" the kid said. Arturo knew that when kids started cursing like that, they were scared of something.
    "Where has Ada gone, Liam?"
    "Haven't seen her in months," he said.
    "I have been bugging you ever since I found out you existed. Every one of your movements has been logged. I know where you've been and when. And I know where my daughter has been, too. Try again."
    Liam made a disgusted face. "You are a complete ball of shit," he said. "Where do you get off spying on people like me?"
    "I'm a police detective, Liam," he said. "It's my job."
    "What about privacy?"
    "What have you got to hide?"
    The kid slumped back in his chair. "We've been renting out the OLED clothes. Making some pocket money. Come on, are infra-red lights a crime now?"
    "I'm sure they are," Arturo said. "And if you can't tell me where to find my daughter, I think it's a crime I'll arrest you for."
    "She has another phone," Liam said. "Not listed in her name."
    "Stolen, you mean." His daughter, peddling Eurasian infowar tech through a stolen phone. His ex-wife, the queen of the super-intelligent hive minds of Eurasian robots.
    "No, not stolen. Made out of parts. There's a guy. The code for getting on the network was in a phone book that we started finding last month."
    "Give me the number, Liam," Arturo said, taking out his phone.

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    "Hello?" It was a man's voice, adult.
    "Who is this?"
    "Who is this?"
    Arturo used his cop's voice: "This is Arturo Icaza de Arana-Goldberg, Police Detective Third Grade. Who am I speaking to?"
    "Hello, Detective," said the voice, and he placed it then. The Social Harmony man, bald and rounded, with his long nose and sharp Adam's apple. His heart thudded in his chest.
    "Hello, sir," he said. It sounded like a squeak to him.
    "You can just stay there, Detective. Someone will be along in a moment to get you. We have your daughter."
    The robot that wrenched off the door of his car was black and non-reflective, headless and eight-armed. It grabbed him without ceremony and dragged him from the car without heed for his shout of pain. "Put me down!" he said, hoping that this robot that so blithely ignored the first law would still obey the second. No such luck.
    It cocooned him in four of its arms and set off cross-country, dancing off the roofs of houses, hopping invisibly from lamp-post to lamp-post, above the oblivious heads of the crowds below. The icy wind howled in Arturo's bare ears, froze the tip of his nose and numbed his fingers. They rocketed downtown so fast that they were there in ten minutes, bounding along the lakeshore toward the Social Harmony center out on Cherry Beach. People who paid a visit to the Social Harmony center never talked about what they found there.
    It scampered into a loading bay behind the building and carried Arturo quickly through windowless corridors lit with even, sourceless illumination, up three flights of stairs and then deposited him before a thick door, which slid aside with a hushed hiss.
    "Hello, Detective," the Social Harmony man said.
    "Dad!" Ada said. He couldn't see her, but he could hear that she had been crying. He nearly hauled off and popped the man one on the tip of his narrow chin, but before he could do more than twitch, the black robot had both his wrists in bondage.
    "Come in," the Social Harmony man said, making a sweeping gesture and standing aside while the black robot brought him into the interrogation room.

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    Ada had been crying. She was wrapped in two coils of black-robot arms, and her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. He stared hard at her as she looked back at him.
    "Are you hurt?" he said.
    "No," she said.
    "All right," he said.
    He looked at the Social Harmony man, who wasn't smirking, just watching curiously.
    "Leonard MacPherson," he said, "it is my duty as a UNATS Detective Third Grade to inform you that you are under