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Featured Author - May Propman Story of the week: View past [[Author of the Month Arch ive|Author's of the Month]] |
The android receptionist of the Robocorp regional headquarters were kind of obstructive. “Please state your name and the reason for entering the premises”, she said. “Sam Ford, P. I. I’m here to see Mister Drosselmayer about the job.” After a while, she answered in that annoingly chirpy tone, ”I’m sorry, but Mr. Drosselmayer does not work in Human Resources. You must be confused…”. “In fact”, she added almost immediately, “your CV does not appear to have been submitted in the last 30 days. Please restate your purpose or make room for the next visitor.” “What next visitor? I’m here all alone!” “Please restate your purpose, sir.” Okay, I could do this. A bit of Fuzzy Logic. “hm, I was wrong, then. Goodbye.” “Goodbye, sir.” I went out, walked around in snow, and after fifteen minutes, I approached the door again. “Good afternoon. My name is Sam Ford, and I’m here to see Mister Drosselmayer.” “Wait, weren’t you here before?” “I was, but my purpose has changed. I want to see Mr Drosselmayer about the case.” She blinked. “Case not found.” I produced an ID. “In order to solve the case I’m on today, I need to see Mr. Drosselmeyer.”. Technically, it wasn’t a lie, and for most androids it was enough. The receptionist was kind of stumped, and then I added “If you don’t know what to do, you can call him.” She did. “Was that some kind of test?” I asked Drosellmeyer. “What test?” “Miss Bubblehead downstairs. I mean, you make robots, and why would you make a stupid one face of your company?” He stopped. We were watching round the testing compound. “Nice, Mister Ford. Yes. That was some kind of a test. You’re perceptive, smart, and good with ‘android mentality’. A good man for the job.” “So, I take that I’ll have to deal with androids again? Okay, I used to work for Robocorp, if you remember. That’s why you remember me?” “No. Though I’ve checked your dossier, of course. You were good, Mister Ford. Why did you leave?” “Personal issues”, I cut the talk shortly. “What’s the case?” “It’s a special one. Here, your deductive abilities will matter far less than usually… Anyway, why don’t you talk to the…” he smiled “victim himself? I opened the door he pointed at, and there he was. The man I stopped believed in twenty three years ago. He smiled and said: “Ho, ho, ho, friend. Merry Christmas.” |
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