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The Caves of Steel. Asimov Isaac
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It is a novel by Isaac Asimov. It is essentially a detective story, and illustrates an idea Asimov advocated, that science fiction is a flavor that can be applied to any literary genre, rather than a limited genre itself.
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A millennium into the future two advancements have altered the course of human history: the colonization of the galaxy and the creation of the positronic brain. Isaac Asimov s Robot novels chronicle the unlikely partnership between a New York City detective and a humanoid robot who must learn to work together. Like most people left behind on an over-populated Earth, New York City police detective Elijah Baley had little love for either the arrogant Spacers or their robotic companions. But when a prominent Spacer is murdered under mysterious circumstances, Baley is ordered to the Outer Worlds to help track down the killer. The relationship between Lije and his Spacer superiors, who distrusted all Earthmen, was strained from the start. Then he learned that they had assigned him a partner: R. Daneel Olivaw. Worst of all was that the R  stood for robot and his positronic partner was made in the image and likeness of the murder victim!
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1 Chapter 1.
CONVERSATION WITH A COMMISSIONER
Lije Baley had just reached his desk when he became aware of R. Sammy watching him expectantly.
The dour lines of his long face hardened. "What do you want?"
"The boss wants you, Lije. Right away. Soon as you come in."
"All right."
R. Sammy stood there blankly.
Baley said, "I said, all right. Go away!"
R. Sammy turned on his heel and left to go about his duties.
2 Baley wondered irritably why those same duties couldn't be done by a man.
He paused to examine the contents of his tobacco pouch and make a mental calculation. At two pipefuls a day, he could stretch it to next quota day.
Then he stepped out from behind his railing (he'd rated a railed corner two years ago) and walked the length of the common room.
Simpson looked up from a merc-pool file as he passed.
3 "Boss wants you, Lije."
"I know. R. Sammy told me."
A closely coded tape reeled out of the merc-pool's vitals as the small instrument searched and analyzed its "memory" for the desired information stored in the tiny vibration patterns of the gleaming mercury surface within.
"I'd kick R. Sammy's behind if I weren't afraid I'd break a leg," said Simpson. "I saw Vince Barrett the other day."
"Oh?"
"He was looking for his job back.
4 Or any job in the Department. The poor kid's desperate, but what could I tell him. R. Sammy's doing his job and that's all. The kid has to work a delivery tread on the yeast farms now. He was a bright boy, too. Everyone liked him."
Baley shrugged and said in a manner stiffer than he intended or felt, "It's a thing we're all living through."
The boss rated a private office. It said JULIUS ENDERBY on the clouded glass.
5 Nice letters. Carefully etched into the fabric of the glass. Underneath, it said COMMISSIONER OF POLICE, CITY OF NEW YORK.
Baley stepped in and said, "You want to see me, Commissioner?"
Enderby looked up. He wore spectacles because his eyes were sensitive and couldn't take the usual contact lenses. It was only after one got used to the sight of them that one could take in the rest of the face, which was quite undistinguished.
6 Baley had a strong notion that the Commissioner valued his glasses for the personality they lent him and suspected that his eyeballs weren't as sensitive as all that.
The Commissioner looked definitely nervous. He straightened his cuffs, leaned back, and said, too heartily, "Sit down, Lije. Sit down."
Baley sat down stiffly and waited.
Enderby said, "How's Jessie? And the boy?"
"Fine," said Baler, hollowly.
7 "Just fine. And your family?"
"Fine," echoed Enderby. "Just fine."
It had been a false start.
Baley thought: Something's wrong with his face.
Aloud, he said, "Commissioner, I wish you wouldn't send R. Sammy out after me."
"Well, you know how I feel about those things, Lije. But he's been put here and I've got to use him for something."
"It's uncomfortable, Commissioner. He tells me you want me and then he stands there.
8 You know what I mean. I have to tell him to go or he just keeps on standing there."
"Oh, that's my fault, Lije. I gave him the message to deliver and forgot to tell him specifically to get back to his job when he was through."
Baley sighed. The fine wrinkles about his intensely brown eyes grew more pronounced. "Anyway, you wanted to see me."
"Yes, Lije," said the Commissioner, "but not for anything easy."
He stood up turned away, and walked to the wall behind his desk.
9 The Commissioner smiled. "I had this arranged specially last year, Lije. I don't think I've showed it to you before. Come over here and take a look. In the old days, all rooms had things like this. They were called windows.' Did you know that?"
Baley knew that very well, having viewed many historical novels.
"I've heard of them," he said.
"Come here."
Baley squirmed a bit, but did as he was told. There was something indecent about the exposure of the privacy of a room to the outside world.
10 Sometimes the Commissioner carried his affectation of Medievalism to a rather foolish extreme.
Like his glasses, Baley thought.
That was it! That was what made him look wrong!
Baley said, "Pardon me, Commissioner, but you're wearing new glasses, aren't you?"
The Commissioner stared at him in mild surprise, took off his glasses, looked at them and then at Baley. Without his glasses, his round face seemed rounder and his chin a trifle more pronounced.
 

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