Asimov's Future History Volume 4 by Isaac Asimov Page A

And lots more, mister, lots more. Daneel, step outside and get through to the Commissioner. He’ll be at his home by now. Tell him to come down to the office. Tell him I have a fellow who can’t wait to be questioned.”
    R. Daneel stepped out.
    Baley said, “What makes your wheels go round, Clousarr?”
    “I want a lawyer.”
    “You’ll get one. Meanwhile, suppose you tell me what makes you Medievalists tick?”
    Clousarr looked away in a determined silence.
    Baley said, “Jehoshaphat, man, we know all about you and your organization. I’m not bluffing. Just tell me for my own curiosity: What do you Medievalists want? ”
    “Back to the soil,” said Clousarr in a stifled voice. “That’s simple, isn’t it?”
    “It’s simple to say,” said Baley. “But it isn’t simple to do. How’s the soil going to feed eight billions?”
    “Did I say back to the soil overnight? Or in a year? Or in a hundred years? Step by step, mister policeman. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, but let’s get started out of these caves we live in. Let’s get out into the fresh air.”
    “Have you ever been out into the fresh air?”
    Clousarr squirmed. “All right, so I’m ruined, too. But the children aren’t ruined yet. There are babies being born continuously. Get them out, for God’s sake. Let them have space and open air and sun. If we’ve got to, we’ll cut our population little by little, too.”
    “Backward, in other words, to an impossible past.” Baley did not really know why he was arguing, except for the strange fever that was burning in his own veins. “Back to the seed, to the egg, to the womb. Why not move forward? Don’t cut Earth’s population. Use it for export. Go back to the soil, but go back to the soil of other planets. Colonize!”
    Clousarr laughed harshly. “And make more Outer Worlds? More Spacers?”
    “We won’t. The Outer Worlds were settled by Earthmen who came from a planet that did not have Cities, by Earthmen who were individualists and materialists. Those qualities were carried to an unhealthy extreme. We can now colonize out of a society that has built co-operation, if anything, too far. Now environment and tradition can interact to form a new middle way, distinct from either old Earth or the Outer Worlds. Something newer and better.”
    He was parroting Dr. Fastolfe, he knew, but it was coming out as though he himself had been thinking of it for years.
    Clousarr said, “Nuts! Colonize desert worlds with a world of our own at our fingertips? What fools would try?”
    “Many. And they wouldn’t be fools. There’d be robots to help.”
    “No,” said Clousarr, fiercely. “Never! No robots!”
    “Why not, for the love of Heaven? I don’t like them, either, but I’m not going to knife myself for the sake of a prejudice. What are we afraid of in robots? If you want my guess, it’s a sense of inferiority. We, all of us, feel inferior to the Spacers and hate it. We’ve got to feel superior somehow, somewhere, to make up for it, and it kills us that we can’t at least feel superior to robots. They seem to be better than us–only they’re not . That’s the damned irony of it.”
    Baley felt his blood heating as he spoke. “Look at this Daneel I’ve been with for over two days. He’s taller than I am, stronger, handsomer. He looks like a Spacer, in fact. He’s got a better memory and knows more facts. He doesn’t have to sheep on eat. He’s not troubled by sickness or panic or love or guilt.
    “But he’s a machine. I can do anything I want to him, the way I can to that microbalance night there. If I slam the microbalance, it won’t hit me back. Neither will Daneel. I can order him to take a blaster to himself and he’ll do it.
    “We can’t ever build a robot that will be even as good as a human being in anything that counts, let alone better. We can’t create a robot with a sense of beauty or a sense of ethics or a sense of religion. There’s no way we can