Inspired by Science Fiction Grand Master Isaac Asimov’s I, Robot stories.
2037: Robotic technology has evolved into the realm of self-aware, sentient mechanical entities. But despite the safeguards programmed into the very core of a robot’s artificial intelligence, humanity’s most brilliant creation can still fall prey to those who believe the Three Laws of Robotics were made to be broken...
N8-C, better known as Nate, has been Manhattan Hasbro Hospital’s resident robot for more than twenty years. A prototype, humanoid in appearance, he was created to interact with people. While some staff accepted working alongside an anthropomorphic robot, Nate’s very existence terrified most people, leaving the robot utilized for menial tasks and generally ignored.
Until one of the hospital’s physicians is found brutally murdered with Nate standing over the corpse, a blood-smeared utility bar clutched in his hand. As designer and programmer of Nate’s positronic brain, Lawrence Robertson is responsible for his creation’s actions and arrested for the crime.
Susan Calvin knows the Three Laws of Robotics make it impossible for Nate to harm a human being. But to prove both Nate’s and Lawrence’s innocence, she has to consider the possibility that someone somehow manipulated the laws to commit murder...
Reichert sells her heroine short in her third SF suspense tale based on Isaac Asimov's famous works. Dr. Susan Calvin is finishing her psych residency at Manhattan Hasbro Hospital when a former colleague and robotics researcher is murdered, apparently by a robot. Susan knows that the First Law of Robotics prevents robots from taking any action that could harm a human. She suspects either the Society for Humanity or the secret DoD group Cadmium, as both have violent agendas involving robots and both have made attacks on her and those close to her in the past. Susan resolves to clear the name of N8-C and his creator, Lawrence Robertson, but shortly finds herself dodging bullets again. When someone shoots at her in Central Park, she is rescued by a passing jogger, Pal Buffoni, whom she invites into her life. Despite being described as brilliant, she misses many clues that readers are likely to notice. The mystery falls flat and its heroine comes off as a fool.