Authors: Ben H. Winters
Android Karenina
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NDROID
K
ARENINA
BY
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EO
T
OLSTOY
& B
EN
H. W
INTERS
I
LLUSTRATIONS BY
E
UGENE
S
MITH
TRANSLATED BY CONSTANCE GARNETT & THE II/ENGLISHRENDERER/94
“My God!” Vronsky shouted, at last noticing: “Anna! You are floating!”
“A girl cannot be wed without the soothful presence of her Class III,” the prince had pleaded
Nikolai Dmitrich issued his last gurgling scream before his head lolled backward at a terrible angle
Vronsky chewed on the ends of his moustache as he barked orders at his mechanical charges
“I will punish him, and I will escape from this hateful machine that I have become”
Russian names consist of three parts: the given name, the patronymic (derived from the father’s first name), and the family name. Often, individuals also go by a nickname. Hence the first character introduced is Stepan Arkadyich Oblonsky—Stepan is his given name, Arkadyich the patronymic, and Oblonsky the family name. But the man is often called “Stiva,” his nickname.
Class I and II robots also use a three-part nomenclature: a Roman numeral for class type, a function-designation, and an indication of model. Hence the I/Samovar/1(8) is a Class I device, designed to steep and serve tea, model number 1(8).
Class III robots are universally known by the nickname bestowed by their master or mistress.
Stepan Arkadyich Oblonsky (Stiva)
, a Moscow gentleman and
Small Stiva
, Stiva’s Class III
Darya Alexandrovna Oblonskaya (Dolly)
, Oblonsky’s wife and
Dolichka
, Dolly’s Class III
Anna Arkadyevna Karenina
, Oblonsky’s sister and
Android Karenina
, Anna’s Class III
Alexei Alexandrovich Karenin
, Anna’s husband
Sergey Alexeich Karenin (Seryozha)
, the Karenins’ young son
Konstantin Dmitrich Levin
, Oblonsky’s old friend and
Socrates
, Levin’s Class III
Nikolai Dmitrich Levin
, Levin’s brother and
Karnak
, Nikolai’s Class III
Ekaterina Alexandrovna Shcherbatskaya (Kitty)
, Dolly’s sister and
Tatiana
, Kitty’s Class III
Prince Alexander Dmitrievich Shcherbatsky
, Kitty and Dolly’s father
The Princess Shcherbatskaya
, Kitty and Dolly’s mother and
La Scherbatskaya
, the Princess’s Class III
Count Alexei Kirillovich Vronsky
, a war hero and
Lupo
, Vronsky’s Class III
Countess Vronsky
, Vronsky’s mother and
Tunisia
, the Countess’s Class III
Elizaveta Fyodorovna Tverskaya (Betsy)
, Vronsky’s cousin and a friend of Anna
and
Darling Girl
, Betsy’s Class III
Marya Nikolaevna
, Nikolai Levin’s companion
Madame Stahl
, a society woman and prominent xenotheologist
Varenka
, a poor girl attached to Madame Stahl
Yashvin
, Count Vronsky’s friend and fellow officer
Vassenka Veslovsky
, a gentleman of society
VENGEANCE IS MINE;
I SHALL REPAY.
CHAPTER 1
F
UNCTIONING ROBOTS
are all alike; every malfunctioning robot malfunctions in its own way.
Everything was in confusion in the Oblonskys’ house. The wife had discovered that the husband was carrying on an intrigue with the French girl who had been a
mécanicienne
in their family, charged with the maintenance of the household’s Class I and II robots. Stunned and horrified by such a discovery, the wife had announced to her husband that she could not go on living in the same house with him. This position of affairs had now lasted three days, and not only the husband and wife themselves, but all the robots in the household were terribly affected by it. The Class IIIs were keenly aware of their respective masters’ discomfort, and the Class IIs sensed in their rudimentary fashion that there was no logic in their being agglomerated together, and that any stray decoms, junkering in a shed at the Vladivostok R. P. F., had more in common with one another than they, the servomechanisms in the household of the Oblonskys.
The wife did not leave her own room; the husband had not been at home for three days. The II/Governess/D145, its instruction circuits pitifully mistuned, for three days taught the Oblonsky children in Armenian instead of French. The usually reliable II/Footman/C(c)43 loudly announced nonexistent visitors at all hours of the day and night. The children ran wild all over the house. A II/Coachman/47-T drove
a sledge directly through the heavy wood of the front doors, destroying a I/Hourprotector/14 that had been a prized possession of Oblonsky’s father.
Three days after the quarrel, Prince Stepan Arkadyich Oblonsky—Stiva, as he was called in the fashionable world—woke at eight o’clock in the morning, not in his wife’s bedroom, but within the oxygen-tempered Class I comfort unit in his study. He woke as usual to the clangorous
thumpthumpthump
of booted robot feet crushing through the snow, as a regiment of 77s tromped in lockstep along the avenues outside.
Our tireless protectors,
he thought pleasantly, and uttered a blessing over the Ministry as he turned over his stout, well-cared-for person, as though to sink into a long sleep again. He vigorously embraced the pillow on the other side and buried his face in it; but all at once he jumped up, banging his rotund forehead against the glass ceiling of the I/Comfort/6, and opened his eyes.
He suddenly remembered that he was not sleeping in his wife’s room, but in his study, and why: the smile vanished from his face, he knitted his brows.
Small Stiva, Stepan Arkadyich’s Class III companion robot, clomped happily into the room on his short piston-actuated legs, carrying his master’s boots and a telegram. Stiva, as yet unprepared to undertake the day’s obligations, bid his Class III come a bit closer, and then swiftly pressed three buttons below the rectangular screen centered in Small Stiva’s midsection. He sat back glumly in the I/Comfort/6, while every detail of his quarrel with his wife was displayed on Small Suva’s monitor, illuminating the hopelessness of Suva’s position and, worst of all, his own fault.
“Yes, she won’t forgive me, and she can’t forgive me,” Stepan Arkadyich moaned when the Memory ended. Small Stiva made a consoling chirp and piped,
“Now, master: She might forgive you.”
Stiva waved off the words of consolation. “The most awful thing about it is that it’s all my fault—all my fault, though I’m not to blame. That’s the point of the whole situation.”