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Capek, Karel: Rossum's Universal Robots

Rossum's Universal Robots

Excerpt from the original play by Karel Capek. Written in 1920. Played on Broadway and around the world. Capek is the founder of the Czech school of science fiction writers and an annual award given in the field of science fiction writing in Prague bears his name. This play introduced the word "robot" first into Czech in its presentmeaning and then on to the world's languages.

[Digitized from the Washington Square press edition, Simon andSchuster, 1973.  Translated from the Czech by Paul Selver.Excerpt for classroom use under fair use provisions of copyright code. I. e., Less than 10% of total work in length.]


Harry Domain, General Manager for Rossum's Universal Robots
Fabry, Chief Engineer for R.U.R.
Dr. Gall, Head of the Physiological Dept. of R.U.R.
Dr. Hellman, Psychologist-in-Chief
Jacob Berman, Managing Director of R.U.R.
Alquist, Clerk of the works of R.U.R.
Helena Glory, Daughter of Professor Glory, Oxbridge University
Emma, her maid
Marius, a robot
Sula, a robot
Radius, a robot
Primus, a robot
Helena, a robotess
A Robot Servant and Numerous Robots


ACT I:  

    Central Office of the Factory of Rossum's Universal Robots.
Entrance at the back on the right.  The windows look out onto 
endless rows of factory buildings.  DOMAIN is sitting in a 
revolving chair at a large "knee-hole" writing table on which 
stand an electric lamp, telephone, letter-weight, correspondence 
file, etc. On the left-hand wall hang large maps showing 
steamship and railway routes, a large calendar, and a clock 
indicating a few minutes before noon.  On the right-hand wall 
are fastened printed placards: 

-- more maps, shipping transport arrangements, etc.  A tape machine 
showing rates of exchange stands in one corner. In contrast to 
these wall fittings, the floor is covered with a splendid Turkey 
carpet.  On the right stand a round table, a sofa, leather armchair, 
and a bookshelf containing bottles of wine and spirits instead 
of books. Cashier's desk on the left. 
Next to DOMAIN'S table SULLA is typing letters.
     DOMAIN: (Dictating.)  "We do not accept any liability for goods
damaged in transit.  When the consignment was shipped, we drew your
Captain's attention to the fact that the vessel was unsuitable for the
transportation of Robots.  The matter is one for your own insurance
company.  We beg to remain, for Rossum's Universal Robots --" Finished?
    SULLA:  Yes.
    DOMAIN:  Another letter.  "To the E. B. Hudson Agency, New York.
Date. We beg to acknowledge receipt of order for five thousand Robots.
As you are sending your own vessel, please dispatch as cargo briquettes
for R.U.R., the same to be credited as part-payment of the amount due to
us.  We beg to remain --"  Finished?
    SULLA: (Typing the last word.)  Yes.
    DOMAIN: "Friedrichswerke, Hamburg. Date.  We beg to acknowledge
receipt of order for fifteen thousand Robots."
    (The house telephone rings.  DOMAIN picks it up and speaks into
    Hallo, this is the central office -- yes -- certainly.  oh, yes,
as usual.  Of course, send them a cable.  Good.  (Hangs up telephone)  
Where did I leave off?
    SULLA:  We beg to acknowledge receipt of order of fifteen thousand
    DOMAIN: (Thoughtfully)  Fifteen thousand R.  Fifteen thousand R.
    MARIUS:  (Entering)  There's a lady, sir, asking to -- 
    DOMAIN:  Who is she?
    MARIUS:  I don't know, sir.  She gave me this card.
    DOMAIN:  (Reads)  Professor William Glory,  St. Trydewyde's, Oxbridge
-- ask her to come in.
    MARIUS:  (Opening the door)  Please step this way, ma'am.
                                                (Exit MARIUS     
    DOMAIN:  (Standing up)  What can I do for you, madame?
    HELENA:  You are Mr. Domain, the general manager.
    DOMAIN:  I am.
    HELENA:  I have come to you --
    DOMAIN:  With Professor Glory's card.  That is sufficient.
    HELENA:  Professor Glory is my father.  I am Helena Glory.
    DOMAIN:  Miss Glory,  it is an unusual honor for us to be --
to be --
    HELENA:  Yes, well.
    DOMAIN:  To be allowed to welcome the distinguished professor's
daughter.  Please sit down.  Sulla, you may go.
                                                  (Exit SULLA
    (Sitting down)  How may I be of service to you, Miss Glory?
    HELENA:  I have come here --
    DOMAIN:  To have a look at our factory where people are made.
Like all visitors.  Well, there's no objection.
    HELENA:  I thought it was forbidden --
    DOMAIN:  It is forbidden to enter the factory, of course.
But everybody comes here with an introduction and then --
    HELENA:  And you show everybody --?
    DOMAIN:  Only certain things.  The manufacture of artificial
people is a secret process.
    HELENA:  If you only knew how enormously that --
    DOMAIN:  Interests me, you were going to say.  Europe's talking
about nothing else.
    HELENA:  I only wanted to ask --
    DOMAIN:  Whether I could make a special exception in your case
and show you our factory.  Certainly, Miss Glory.
    HELENA:  How do you know that I wanted to ask you that?
    DOMAIN:  They all do.  (Standing up)  We shall consider it a 
special honor to show you more than the rest, because -- indeed 
-- I mean --
    HELENA:  Thank you.
    DOMAIN:  But you must not undertake to divulge the least --
    HELENA:  (Standing up and giving him her hand)  My word of honor.
    DOMAIN:  Thank you.  Won't you raise your veil?
    HELENA:  Oh, of course, you want to see me.  I beg your pardon.
    DOMAIN:  What is it, please?
    HELENA:  Would you mind letting my hand go?
    DOMAIN   (Releasing it)  I beg your pardon.
    HELENA:  (Taking off her veil)  You want to see whether I am 
a spy or not.  How cautious you are!
    DOMAIN:  (Looking at her intently)  H'm, of course -- we -- 
that is --
    HELENA:  You don't trust me?
    DOMAIN:  Oh, indeed, Miss Glory, I'm only too delighted.  
Weren't you lonely on the voyage?
    HELENA:  Why?
    DOMAIN:  Because -- I mean to say -- you're so young.
    HELENA:  Yes.  Shall we go straight into the factory?
    DOMAIN:  Twenty-two, I think, eh?
    HELENA:  Twenty-two what?
    DOMAIN:  Years.
    HELENA:  Twenty-one.  Why do you want to know?
    DOMAIN:  Because as -- -- (With enthusiasm) You'll make a long
stay, won't you?
    HELENA:  That depends upon how much of the factory you show me.
    DOMAIN:  Oh, hang the factory.  But you shall see everything, Miss
Glory,  indeed you shall.  PLease sit down.  Would you like to hear the
story of the invention?
    HELENA:  Yes, please.
    DOMAIN:  Well, then. (Sits down with writing-table, looks at HELENA
with rapture and reels off rapidly)  It was the in the year 1922 that
old Rossum the great physiologist, who was then quite a young scientist,
betook himself to this distant island for the purpose of studying the
ocean fauna, full stop.  On this occasion he attempted by chemical
synthesis to imitate the living matter known as protoplasm, until he
suddenly discovered a substance which behaved exactly like living matter,
although its chemical composition was different; that was in the year
1932, exactly 400 years after the discovery of America, whew!
    HELENA:  Do you know that by heart?
    DOMAIN:  Physiology, Miss Glory, is not my line.  Shall I go on?
    HELENA:  Please do.
    DOMAIN:  (Solemnly)  And then, Miss Glory, old Rossum wrote the
following day in his book: "Nature has found only one method of 
organizing living matter.  There is, however,  another method more
simple, flexible, and rapid, which has not yet occurred to nature
at all.  This second process by which life can be developed was 
discovered by me today."  Imagine him,  Miss Glory,  writing those
wonderful words.  Imagine him sitting over a test tube and thinking 
how the whole tree of life would grow from it, how animals would 
proceed from it, beginning with some sort of beetle and ending with man
himself.  A man of different substance from ours.  Miss Glory, that 
was a tremendous moment.
    HELENA:  Go on, please. 
    DOMAIN:  Now the thing was, how to get the life out of the test
tube and hasten development: to form organs, bones and nerves, 
and so on: to find such substances as catalytics, enzymes, hormones,
and so forth, in short -- you understand?

    HELENA:  I don't know.  Not much, I'm afraid.
    DOMAIN:  Never mind.  You see, with the help of his tinctures he 
could make whatever he wanted.  He could have produced a Medusa with
the brain of a Socrates or a worm fifty yards long.  But being without a
grain of humor, he took it into his head to make a normal vertebrate.
This artificial living matter of his had a raging thirst for life.
It didn't mind being sewn up or mixed together.  THAT, you'll admit,
couldn't be done with natural albumen.  And that's how he set about it.
    HELENA:  About what?
    DOMAIN:  About imitating nature.  First of all he tried making an
artificial dog.  That took him several years and resulted in a sort of
stunted calf which died in a few days.  I'll show it you in the museaum. 
And then old Rossum started on the manufacture of man.
    HELENA:  And I must divulge this to nobody?
    DOMAIN:  To nobody in this world.
    HELENA:  It's a pity that it can already be found in every school
lesson book.
    DOMAIN:  Yes. (Jumps up from the table and sits down beside HELENA.)
But do you know what isn't in the lesson books? (Taps his forehead)
That old Rossum was quite mad.  Seriously, Miss Glory,  you must keep
this to yourself.  The old crank actually wanted to make people.
    HELENA:  But you do make people.
    DOMAIN:  Synthetically, Miss Helena.  But old Rossum meant it
actually.  He wanted to become a sort of scientific substitute for
God, you know.  He was a fearful materialist, and that's why he did 
it all. His sole purpose was to supply proof that Providence was no
longer necessary.  So he took it into his head to make people exactly 
like us.  Do you know anything about anatomy?  
   HELENA:  Only a very little.
   DOMAIN:  So do I.  Imagine then that he decided to manufacture 
everything as in the human body.  I'll show you in the museum the
bungling attempt it took him ten years to produce.  It was to have been
a man, but it lived for three years only.  Then up came young Rossum,
an engineer, the nephew of old Rossum.  A wonderful fellow, Miss Glory.
When he saw what a mess of it the old man was making, he said: "It's
absurd to spend ten years making a man.  If you can't make him quicker
then nature, you may as well shut up shop."  Then he set about learning
anatomy himself.
   HELENA:  There's nothing about that in the lesson books.
   DOMAIN:  (Standing up) The lesson books are full of paid advertisement
and rubbish at that.  For example, it says there that the Robots were
invented by an old man.  But it was young Rossum who had the idea of making
living and intelligent working machines.  What the lesson books say about
the united efforts of the two great Rossums is all a fairy tale.  They used
to have dreadful rows.  The old atheist hadn't the slightest conception of
industrial matters, and the end of it was that young Rossum shut him up
in some laboratory or other and let him fritter the time away with his
monstrosities, while he himself started on the business from an engineer's
point of view.  Old Rossum cursed him, and before he died he managed to
botch up two physiological horrors.  Then one day they found him dead in
the laboratory.  That's the whole story.
   HELENA:  And what about the young man?
   DOMAIN:  Well, anyone who's looked into anatomy will have seen at once
that man is too complicated and that a good engineer could make him more
simply.  So young Rossum began to overhaul anatomy and tried to see what
could be left out or simplified.  In short -- but this isn't boring you,
Miss Glory?
   HELENA:  No, on the contrary, it's awfully interesting.
   DOMAIN:  So young Rossum said to himself: a man is something that, for
instance, feels happy, plays the fiddle, likes going for walks, and, in
fact, wants to do a whole lot of things that aren't fully necessary.
   HELENA:  Oh!
   DOMAIN:  Wait a bit.  That are unnecessary when he's wanted, let us
say, to weave or count.  Do you play the fiddle?
   HELENA:  No.
   DOMAIN:  That's a pity.  But a working machine must not want to play
the fiddle, must not feel happy,  must not do a whole lot of other things.
A petrol motor must not have tassels or ornaments, Miss Glory.  And to
manufacture artificial workers is the same thing as to manufacture
motors.  The process must be the simplest, and the product must be the 
best from a practical point of view. What sort of worker do you think is
the best from a practical point of view?
   HELENA:  The best?  Perhaps the one who is most honest and hard-
   DOMAIN:  No, the cheapest.  The one whose needs are the smallest.
Young Rossum invented a worker with the minimum amount of requirements.  
He had to simplify him.  He rejected everything that did not contribute
directly to the progress of work.  He rejected everything that makes
man more expensive.  In fact, he rejected man and made the Robot.  
My dear Miss Glory, the Robots are not people. Mechanically they are more
perfect than we are, they have an enormously developed intelligence,
but they have no soul.  Have you ever seen what a Robot looks like
   HELENA:  Good gracious, no!
   DOMAIN:  Very neat, very simple. Really a beautiful piece of work.  

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