Robots -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; Space colonies -- Fiction
At last David and his tribe came to life, all molded from a magnificent
scale. During those long months of creation, Tau had imprinted
knowledge and learning upon the brains of the dormant bodies. Each
awoke with a full knowledge of what had transpired on the dying planet
of earth, and each knew that a strange new-born world awaited them. The
largest and most magnificent man was named David. The Master had been
careful in instructing Tau about that. Kendall Smith had never had a
son. And this synthetic offspring in a distant life-line of the cosmos
would be almost like a son for him.
All of Tau's knowledges were conveyed to David and his followers, and
he led them into the unknown dangers of the pristine jungled planet,
guarding them from the ferocious animals while they learned the edible
fruits from the poisonous ones. Gradually David's men came to recognize
the dangers and constructed weapons for their own defense.
Another winter descended upon the new world. Food had been stored in
the big compartment of the space vessel. Furs of slain animals had been
cured to provide clothing and warmth.
Spring thaws came and Tau led them again into the jungle, but now David
was big and strong and wary, quite able to defend himself against the
dangers of the forest, and Tau's presence was hardly needed, though he
always hovered near.
Five men and five women had been given life by Tau's instruments, and
it was inevitable that a gradual pairing off would take place. Myri, a
model of womanly perfection, had grown to adore the handsome leader of
the tribe, and Tau was one of the first to notice signs of fecundity.
A terrific storm lashed the planet. Giant trees groaned and split
across the trunks. The raging downpour built up into outer floods that
raged down the lowlands in mighty rivers, sweeping everything in its
path to destruction. Of all this Tau was oblivious. The fury of the
tempest was deadened by the berylite walls of the space-ship, and not
as loud as the shrill cry of the new-born babe.
Thunder boomed outside. Lightning forked across the rent heavens,
sending flickering flashes of illumination through the beating sheets
of rain that poured across the glassite sheathing above the neglected
control mechanisms. David the second was born, and for a brief time was
cuddled against the breast of the metal man, whose terribly strong arms
of metal held him as lightly and delicately as could a bed of thistle
down. The imperturbable orbs of immobile transparency gazed downward,
and suddenly Tau staggered.
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