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They reached the elevator and lost a full two minutes as they waited for it to rise from a lower level.
After what seemed half a lifetime, the doors finally opened to an empty interior. Weatherhill was the first in, and he pressed the button for the surface level.
The elevator, with the three men and one woman standing grimly and silently, rose with excruciating slowness. Only Nogami had a watch, the others having lost theirs when they were captured. He peered at the dial.
"Thirty seconds to spare," he informed them.
"Out of the fire," murmured Mancuso. "Now let's hope there's no frying pan.
All that mattered now was their escape. What plan did Pitt have circulating inside his head? Had anything happened to him and Giordino? Had Pitt miscalculated and was he recaptured or dead? If he was, then all hope had vanished and they were left with nothing, no direction for freedom, their only hope of escape struck dow
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They had lost track of the number of times they'd prepared for the worst, crouched ready to spring at whatever or whoever stood outside the elevator. They stiffened as the doors pulled apart.
Giordino stood there big as life, a broad grin on his face. When he spoke it was as though he was standing at the gate of an airport. "May I see your boarding passes, please?"
Ubunai Okuma and Daisetz Kano were top-level robotic engineers, highly trained in the teleoperation of computer vision and artificial intelligence, as well as the maintenance and troubleshooting of sensory malfunctions. In the telepresence control room they had received a signal that robot electrical inspector Taiho, whose name meant "big gun," was nonfunctioning, and they immediately moved to replace him for repair.
Sudden breakdown from myriad problems was not uncommon. Robotics was still a new science, and bugs cropped up with maddening frequency. Robots often stalled abruptly for reasons that became readily apparent only after they were returned to a reconditioning center and probed.
Kano circled Inspector Taiho, making a quick visual check. Seeing nothing obvious, he shrugged.
"Looks like a faulty circuit board."
Okuma glanced at a chart on a clipboard that he carried. "This one has a history of problems. His vision imaging has caused trouble on five different occasions."
"Strange, this is the fourth unit to be reported as failed in the past hour."
"It always runs in streaks," muttered Okuma.
"His systems need updating and modifying," agreed Kano. "No sense in giving him a quick fix. I'll schedule him for a complete rebuild." He turned to the replacement robot. "Ready to assume inspection duties, Otokodate?"
An array of lights flashed and Otokodate, a term for a sort of Robin Hood, spoke in slow but crisp words. "I am ready to monitor all systems."
"Then begin."
As the replacement robot took its place at the monitor, Okuma and Kano hoisted the malfunctioning robot onto a motorized dolly with a small crane. Then one of them programmed a code word into the dolly's computer and it began to move automatically toward the conditioning area without human control.
The two engineers did not accompany the injured robot but made their way toward the workers' comfort room to indulge in a brief cup of tea.
Left alone, Otokodate concentrated his vision system on the dials and blinking digital readings and routinely began to process the data in his computer. His highlevel sensing ability, incredibly advanced over a human's, caught an infinitesimal deviation of measurement.
The laser pulse rate through an optic fiber is measured in millions of beats per second. Otokodate's sensors could read the instrument measurements far more accurately than a human, and he recognized a minuscule drop in the pulse rate from the standard 44.7 million beats per second to 44.68 million. He computed the refractive index profile and determined that the light transmitting its waves through two of the strands inside a ribbon containing thousands of optic fibers was temporarily zigzagging at some point.
He signaled telepresence command that he was leaving the console for an inspection of the fiber bundles inside the passageways.
Suma was growing more angry and impatient by the moment. Diaz and Smith never seemed to tire of quarreling with him, giving vent to their hatred of his achievements, threatening him as if he was a common thief off the street. He came to welcome the chance to wash his hands of them.
Abducting Senator Diaz, he felt, was a mistake. He took him only because Ichiro Tsuboi was confident that Diaz carried substantial influence in the Senate and held the President's ear. Suma saw the man as petty and narrow-minded. After a medical discharge from the Army, Diaz had worked his way through the University of New Mexico. He then used the traditional road to power by becoming a lawyer and championing causes that brought headlines and support from the majority state party. Suma despised him as an obsolete political hack who harped on the monotonous and tiresome harangue of taxing the rich for welfare programs to feed and house nonworking poor. Charity and compassion were traits Suma refused to accept.
Congresswoman Smith, on the other hand, was a very astute woman. Suma had the uncomfortable feeling she could read his mind and counter any statement he tossed at her. She knew her facts and statistics and could quote them with ease. Loren came from good western stock, her family having ranched the western slope of Colorado since the 1870s. Educated at the University of Colorado, she ran for office and beat an incumbent who had served for thirty years. She could play hardball with any man.
Suma suspected that her only soft spot was Dirk Pitt, and he was closer to the truth than he knew.
Suma stared across the table from them, sipping saki and regrouping for another exchange of harsh words. He was about to make another point when Toshie came into the room and whispered softly into his ear. Suma set his saki cup on the table and stood.
