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Book Summary: The Caves of Steel

 The Caves of Steel

Author: Isaac Asimov

“A robot may not injure a human being, or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.”

How lucidly the ‘First Law of Robotics’ sums up the hopes that the scientific community has for the future of Artificial Intelligence! Indeed, it is this one phrase, written, unbelievably, by the Father of Robotics over half a century ago, that defines the association of man with machine in a manner that secures the progress of both.

Yet, when order reaches unsustainable levels, chaos is bound to ensue once again. Teleport yourselves to the Earth of the 22nd century à Asimov, and I am sure you will rasp with suffocation as you find yourself caved in, away from everything natural, stranded on the ‘Caves of Steel’.

Yet, everything seems to be eerily perfect. The Cities (with a capital C, mind) are hollows of comfort, unfazed by the blazing sunshine or the natural touch of the Outdoors. Food is synthetic, and humidity and temperature control, as well as water supply, streamlined with machine-like precision. This, however, is order in the larger chaos- Earth, infested with scores of diseases and writhing with overpopulation, is the least powerful planet in the Universe, and the least desirable.

Why the comparison, though? The answer is simple: the human race has expanded to colonize planets several parsecs away (with the development of interstellar transport), known as the Outer Worlds. The Outer Worlds are, at a glance, truly sublime. Take Aurora for instance, with its modern robots, some even ‘humaniform’ (humanoid) serving a population one hundredth that of the Earth, or Solaria, with its robot-to-human ration of ten-thousand is to one. If that isn’t luxury, then what is?

There is no doubt, then, as to the fact that if you were a human being on Earth- an Earthman- you would resent their way of life overwhelmingly while trapped in the conundrum of your own. Your resentment may well take you deeper into your Caves of Steel- despising the machine that has created a deep divide between the intellectuals (the Spacers) and the bureaucrats (the Earthmen). So while Artificial Intelligence has progressed by leaps and bounds, it has spread outwards, into space, while Earthmen themselves fight it for all they’re worth.

All this makes for a ‘rich get richer, poor get poorer’ situation. The Earth will refuse to adopt Artificial Intelligence, move away from its earlier natural way of life, and remain trapped in an intermediate situation, an impermeable Cave of Steel. The Outer Worlds will sanitize themselves, stay away from Earthly germs, and make steady technological progress while achieving remarkable life-spans.

Unless- of course- something drastic happens, and it very well does. Space-Town, the Outer-World department on the Earth, is the hub of a colonization program that aims to increase the A.I. populace and direct more human beings outwards into space. When a Spacer ambassador- roboticist Dr. Sarton, is found murdered, Spacer-Earthmen relations are on the brink of collapse, and so is detective Elijah Baley’s job. Things get worse when Baley finds himself teamed up with a Spacer partner- a robot, Daneel Olivaw, for the investigation.

It is, then, an experiment for an Earthman to set his differences aside and accept a robot for his virtues. Meanwhile, a sinister group of Medievalists, Earthmen living in the Earth of the past, natural and exposed, are conspiring to put an end to the Space-Town programme and take things in the polar opposite direction. The murder seems to be a symbol of the friction between the Medievalists and Spacers, and it is up to Baley, exploring the extremes of robotic capacity, defiance and obedience as well as human ingenuity and insanity, to crack the plot.

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