But we just stood there and stared like a couple of rubes. Ned lay motionless and stared back at us.
"A robot!" the chief said.
"Very observant; it’s easy to see you went to the police academy."
"Ha ha! Now find out what he’s doing here."
I hadn’t gone to the academy, but this was no handicap to my finding the letter. It was sticking up out of a thick book in a pocket in the box. The Chief took the letter and read it with little enthusiasm.
"Well, well! United Robotics have the brainstorm that… robots, correctly used will tend to prove invaluable in police work… they want us to co-operate in a field test…
We both looked back at the robot, sharing the wish that the credits had been in the box instead of it. The Chief frowned and moved his lips through the rest of the letter. I wondered how we got the robot out of its plywood coffin.
Experimental model or not, this was a nice looking hunk of machinery. A uniform navy-blue all over, though the outlet cases, hooks and such were a metallic gold. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to get that effect. This was as close as a robot could look to a cop in uniform, without being a joke. All that seemed to be missing was the badge and gun.
Then I noticed the tiny glow of light in the robot’s eye lenses. It had never occurred to me before that the thing might be turned on. There was nothing to lose by finding out.
"Get out of that box," I said.
The robot came up smooth and fast as a rocket, landing two feet in front of me and whipping out a snappy salute.
"Police Experimental Robot, serial number XPO-456-934B reporting for duty, sir."
His voice quivered with alertness and 1 could almost hear the humming of those taut cable muscles. He may have had a stainless steel hide and a bench of wires for a brain — but he spelled rookie cop to me just the same. The fact that he was man-height with two arms, two legs and that painted-on uniformed helped. All I had to do was squint my eyes a bit and there stood Ned the Rookie Cop. Fresh out of school and raring to go. I shook my head to get rid of the illusion. This was just six feet of machine that boffins and brain-boys had turned out for their own amusement.
"Relax, Ned," I said. He was still holding the salute. "At ease. You’ll get a hernia of your exhaust pipe if you stay so tense. Anyways, I’m just the sergeant here. That’s the Chief of Police over there."
Ned did an about face and slid over to the Chief with that same greased-lightning motion. The Chief Just looked at him like something that sprang out from under the hood of a car, while Ned went through the same report routine.
"I wonder if it does anything else beside salute and report," the Chief said while he walked around the robot, looking it over like a dog with a hydrant.
"The functions, operations and responsible courses of action open to the Police Experimental Robots are outlined on pages 184 to 213 of the manual." Ned’s voice was mufiled for a second while he half-dived back into his case and came up with the volume mentioned. "A detailed breakdown of these will also be found on pages 1035 to 1267 inclusive."
The Chief, who has trouble reading an entire comic page at one sitting, turned the 6-inch thick book over in his hands like it would maybe bite him. When he had a rough idea of how much it weighed and a good feel of the binding he threw it on my desk.
"Take care of this," he said to me as he headed towards his office. "And the robot too. Do something with it." The Chiefs span of attention never was great and it had been strained to the limit this time.
I flipped through the book, wondering. One thing I never have had much to do with is robots, so I know just as much about them as any Joe in the street. Probably less. The book was filled with pages of fine print, fancy mathematics, wiring diagrams and charts in nine colors and that kind of thing. It needed close attention. Which attention I was not prepared to give at the time. The book slid shut and I eyed the newest employee of the city of Nineport.
"There is a broom behind the door. Do you know how to use it?"
"Yes, sir."
‘In that case you will sweep out this room, raising as small a cloud of dust as possible at the same time."
He did a very neat job of it.
I watched 120,000 credits’ worth of machinery making a tidy pile of butts and sand and wondered why it had been sent to Nineport. Probably because there wasn’t another police force in the solar system that was smaller or more unimportant than ours. The engineers must have figured this would be a good spot for a field test. Even if the thing blew up, nobody would really mind. There would probably be someone along some day to get a report on it. Well, they had picked the right spot all right. Nineport was just a little bit beyond nowhere.