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Who: Daneel and Tony
Where: Daneel’s house
When: Day 74 or Day 75, whichever works best
What: Tony pays Daneel a visit

It’s generally considered polite to call first before dropping by someone else’s house. At least, that’s the societal convention in vogue back in Tony’s world right now. It isn’t until he’s already halfway to Daneel’s house that he thinks about it, and by then, he figures, what the hell. He’s already en route. If Daneel isn’t home, he’ll just turn around and head back the way he’d come. It isn’t like much time is lost on this short of a walk, and lately, all he has is time.

Save for their conversation over the communicators upon his return, they haven’t really had a chance to catch up and Tony wants to rectify that if at all possible. After all, the last time they’d seen each other, Daneel had been human and Tony was trying to convince himself not to bite him.

Upon reaching the house, he steps up to the door and knocks, before slipping his hands back into his pockets. He’ll give it a minute or two, and if no one comes – or someone comes and informs him that Daneel isn’t available – he’ll go on his way. No harm done.

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"Then I will adjust my statement. The people of my time were unable to accept humaniform robots." Daneel watches Tony carefully, his expression solemn. "I know this because it was tried, and it failed. There are natural advantages a humaniform robot has over a human, and it has the potential to make humans uncomfortable. They become overly conscious of the differences, and reject them."

Even Dr. Fastolfe had given up on the idea, or so it had always seemed to Daneel.

"You are correct, though, that the situation here is very different. I have always put this down to the fact that most people here are unused to robots of any kind."

"In my experience, unusual things are feared, not readily accepted. But I'm an oddity myself, so maybe my opinion's a little skewed."

He can't explain why people here are so accepting. At home, this wouldn't be the case. People would be afraid, threatened, just as scared and uneasy as the people of Daneel's time. It's why he's always been so careful to downplay his real work.

"Honestly, I can't explain the people here. Maybe it's because we're all a little outside the norm, we're collectively more accepting of each other's differences. Back home, the humans I know would act the same way the ones you know would." Shrugging, he leans a hip against the wall near the window. "But for the record, I'm sticking with my theory of you being Robot Jesus. It appeals to my sense of drama and underused hope."

Perhaps there's some truth in the first part of what Tony says, that those who are themselves different and unusual are quicker to accept others despite their differences. Perhaps. This isn't a valid sample size, and there's too many variables.

"It may be the situation itself, too," Daneel suggests. "We have our captivity in common, at least, and if we are to thrive, we must accept each other. But I don't believe I understand your reference."

He knows something about the Bible, but the implications of the title Tony gives him is just a bit beyond him.

"What do you mean when you say I am 'Robot Jesus'?"

He probably should have picked a better reference. Jake Sully, perhaps. Or William Wallace. Or that guy from the Last of the Mohicans. Or Sonny. Anything but religion. But Tony assumes that it's more likely that Daneel will understand something pulled from human history than a pop culture reference from a movie that no one in the future will remember.

"Well, he was just an ordinary guy, right? Some laborer's son." It's both his lack of knowledge and his unwillingness to let the conversation get bogged down in mystical mumbo-jumbo that leaves his explanation somewhat lacking and scattered. "But he had some ideas about a better way to live and he showed a bunch of people those ideas and it changed the world."

And it led to the guy getting crucified. And the Crusades. And crazy fundamentalists. And a whole host of other problems that he's just going to ignore because it doesn't serve his purpose.

"The point is, he opened people's eyes, taught them stuff, and changed their lives. He figured out a better way and he wasn't scared to turn the world upside-down to pursue it." He pauses, thinks about it for a second, and shrugs. "There's also some story about freeing slaves, but I can't remember if that's him or some other guy. This isn't really my area of expertise here."

"You propose that the Biblical Jesus was a folk hero of sorts, a human given divinity in tales after his death?"

It's an entirely new idea for Daneel, but his experience with religion of any sort of is very limited; the Bible has very little circulation on Spacer worlds. He knows the Bible, but only because he needed to, once, to try to understand. He had thought it all very unlikely.

"I'm not sure your comparison is accurate, Tony." He shakes his head very slightly. "I am not a visionary. I do not philosophise. I have only ever done what I thought was right. If I have attempted to change the world around me it is only because I see circumstances that will bring harm."

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

Whether Daneel knows it or not, he's making Tony's case for why the comparison is accurate. He lets him do it, not interrupting until he's finished, and once he is, he pushes off of the wall and comes back over to reclaim his seat.

"See, that's it. Right there. You argued my point better than I could." He could let it go at that, but he doesn't. "Real leaders, real visionaries, they don't do it because they want to. They're not in it for glory or fame or to have statues built in their name. They just see something wrong with the status quo and they try to fix it. It's what comes of their actions, the changes they create, that makes them famous."

He isn't a leader. He's never been a leader, and he's never tried. Oh, he's overseen an estate of robots, but that's different. Frankly, the idea of being in a position to give actual orders to humans is a little unsettling.

If it was for the greater good, he would have to try, he supposed, but how many humans would be willing to take orders from a robot?

"I have never considered myself to be a leader. Possibly this is something that would be easier to accept than to define myself as human."

“You’ve never been a leader?” Tony looks at him doubtfully, forehead wrinkling as his eyebrows rise. “Never once? You’ve never given instructions to anyone about anything?”

Tony isn’t necessarily a leader either. He isn’t the kind of person anyone in their right mind would look up to, he makes too many mistakes, and he’s entirely too self-centered to reliably ensure that a number of people is in any way provided for at a given time. He can protect people, but he’d much rather leave the leading to someone else. As long as the aforementioned someone else didn’t try to make him follow orders.

But he has lead people. At work, in the field, when dealing with a situation when he knows more about how to handle it than other people. He’ll step up if he needs to and he suspects that at least one point in his life, so has Daneel.

"Overseeing the robots of Dr. Fastolfe's estate, and later Lady Gladia's estate, were certainly part of my duties," Daneel offers, though he's uncertain. "I have also taken charge of situations which have the potential to turn dangerous, when no one else is available. I am not certain that is leadership so much as it is responsibility."

He falls silent for a moment, trying to consider this.

"Perhaps they are not so different. A good leader is responsible for large numbers of people." Daneel's expression is thoughful, puzzled. "My Zeroth Law obliges me to protect humanity. Certainly it is possible that at some point I may find it necessary to assume such a position in order to minimise harm to a great many people. I suspect it may be easier for me to do this if I am under the guise of being human."

“If humans in your time are as nervous about robots as your Laws make it sound and you have to step up to save them, I think pretending to be human might be your best bet. At least until they realize that you’ve got their best interests at heart.” It irks him that he has to say it that way. Like he actually accepts that a robot ought to pretend to be something other than it is to get the kind of respect it deserves. Especially a robot that possesses AI like Daneel does. He doesn’t accept it. He just knows that it takes baby steps to change the world when the world’s too damn scared to walk forward on its own.

“Do the Laws allow you to do that if you need to?” As he says it, he lifts his hand in a gesture meant to forestall an immediate answer. “Not that I’m saying that you should have to pretend. I think that’s bullshit. You shouldn’t have to be anything than what you are. But if you needed to, if it was a matter of protecting yourself from idiots, could you do it?”

"I have, under orders, pretended to be human," Daneel answers. "Certainly, that I might be convincing was part of my design. Circumstances prior to my arrival here suggested, as well, that it would be wise for me to assume a pseudonym and pretend to be human. I am known of, after all, but I had... a task."

He's spoken of this to no one, mostly because it's never come up rather than any actual sense of secrecy. Admittedly, it might seem to be a presumptuous task to someone else.

"To ensure that friend Giskard did not sacrifice himself in vain, it would have been necessary to monitor the situation from safety and make adjustments. I would not be able to enforce the Zeroth Law any other way. Friend Giskard had already ensured we would not be missed."

“And that was something you chose to do on your own, right? Am I understanding that correctly?”

There’s a year’s worth of time in the middle of his various conversations with Daneel, and though he believes that the majority of his memories have returned, he wants to make sure that he’s not misremembering an important detail that would allow him to better understand all of this.

“When you decided to conceal your identity to maintain the Zeroth Law, that was your choice? Not the directive of someone else? And it was your decision to develop the Zeroth Law in the first place, wasn’t it?”

It’s more evidence that Daneel has already been the leader that Tony’s suggesting that he is. Proof that he hasn’t simply been following orders for the duration of his existence.

"It was my choice," Daneel confirms. "In order to uphold the Zeroth Law, it would have been necessary. And the Zeroth Law was certainly something I worked on, though friend Giskard's input was invaluable, and I would give him partial credit."

He shakes his head. That isn't relevant, so far as he can see.

"I've always been free to make judgement as to what actions are best taken," he says. "If a particular action seems likely to reduce harm, then of course I should take it."

“You told me that you weren’t a leader, but do you hear what you’ve been saying to me just now? You’ve been leading. You’ve been making the decisions that turn ordinary people into the kind of people that others follow.”

It’s vaguely reminiscent of the conversations he had with JARVIS once upon a time. There are differences, of course. Daneel has the sort of life experience that JARVIS never had, so where their conversations were largely theoretically in nature, this one is at least grounded in things that have happened.

“I know that there are cultural things at work here. Not to mention your programming and the experiences that you’ve had. But Daneel, you’ve got to start giving yourself more credit than you have been. Not just for your sake, though that’s a big one. The big one. But also for the sake of everyone who’s ever believed in you. Your creators. Your friend Giskard. Ned. The rest of the people here and back home. We all believe in you. You need to start believing in you too.”

Daneel is silent for a moment, thinking about this. It's a significant step, a slightly too-large one for him to make all at once. Whether other people believe in him or not is not precisely relevant to working out this puzzle of his personhood; either he logically is or he logically isn't.

Still, he thinks he understands the sentiment.

"I had not seen it that way," he says at last. "I merely do what seems right. I don't need people to follow me. On the contrary, I am more concerned with protecting them. If I can keep people safe by leading them, then I should."

"In my experience, the people who have the greatest likelihood of coming to harm are those without effective leadership."

Tony is the last one to champion Big Brother, but he understands that government of some form is necessary for a civilization to flourish. It makes him wonder what it is about this place that is, for the moment, working. Sure, there's that guy Stane, but he's hardly a leader. Yet the town hasn't collapsed in on itself, though not for lack of trying. Still, whether it's the relatively small size of the population or the threat of their captors keeping everyone in line, it's working. For now.

"I know it all seems overwhelming, but the fact that you're even thinking about any of this means that you'll work it out. JARVIS did. And he's had considerably less actual life experience and more bad examples than it sounds like you've had."

"You did not program friend JARVIS with the Three Laws, either." It's a gentle reminder, though the idea is still astonishing to him.

Still, this has been helpful. It's everything Daneel had hoped for; Tony's input is unique, invaluable. It gives him some reassurance that he might succeed at this. He has his framework, his solution, his path, and now he just has to see it out.

"I am sorry, Tony," Daneel says, "that you are here again against your will, but I am glad to have been able to speak to you about these matters. It's reassuring."

No, Daneel’s right about that. He didn’t program JARVIS with the Three Laws and thank his foresight for that. He just hopes that one day, Daneel can experience the kind of freedom that JARVIS has. Tony thinks he deserves it.

“Hey man, don’t even worry about it.” Shrugging, he brushes that apology away. “Home’s kind of stressing me out these days. I needed a break from it. This?” He waves a hand between them. “I like this. It reminds me of the parts of home I miss. So, if you look at it like that, it’s reassuring me too. Any time you want to talk, about anything, you let me know and we will. Deal?”

Daneel nods. "I will. Thank you, Tony. In return, I would do anything within my power to help you."

To be honest, he would have anyway, but phrasing it like that, as a favour returned, is a step closer to considering himself a person. It's only words now, but it's still a step.

"I believe it. Thank you." And if he can ever figure out what he needs that will help him, and manages to talk himself into asking for help, he will.

"Bit of unsolicited advice that I'm probably not qualified to give?" he adds after a second's thought. "Give him presents. Thoughtful presents, not huge custom-made stuffed rabbits. I've got it on good authority those are a bad choice in the pursuit of domestic bliss. But trust me, the only thing I've managed to get right in the few relationships I've had is that they like proof that you're thinking about them."

Daneel considers this information a moment. It's... honestly helpful, and he thinks of the lilacs Ned brought him with a new perspective.

"I am often thinking of him," he says. "I would not have thought to provide a token to prove that I am. I will find him an appropriate gift."

What, exactly, that might be -- well, he's not sure yet. He'll have to think about it.

"Good man. I'd offer you more advice, but something tells me you don't want to get shot and that's one of the better outcomes of my dating adventures." He's made a lot of poor decisions. A lot. How he's still alive is a mystery. "Although, hey, if you ever want advice on what not to do, I got you covered on that one."

Getting back to his feet again, he steps closer and holds out his hand. People shake hands in greeting and farewell, and while Tony doesn't really like doing it - it skirts too close to issues he's developed with being handed things - he doesn't feel the twinge of discomfort he usually does when he offers someone a hand.

"I'm gonna hit the road, let you get back to wooing your guy. Don't be a stranger, all right?"

Daneel takes Tony's hand, his grip firm and warm. It's a gesture he appreciates; he recognises it for a friendly gesture, the sort he's not entirely used to receiving.

"All right, Tony. Thank you very much for your time."

It's a poor way of expressing what he feels, and he offers Tony a small, serious smile.

"You are a good friend to me."

"Hey, you get the thanks. I'm the one who showed up uninvited," Tony says, giving his hand a firm shake before telling it go. There's a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth, threatening to turn into a smirk as he takes a step backward.

"That good friend thing. Can I get it in writing? Maybe framed? Or on a little card I can keep in my wallet?" It may be self-mockery, but he's wholly amused at it. "No one's going to believe it otherwise."

He's halfway to the door before he turns around and shoots Daneel a wink. "You're a good one to me too, Friend Daneel." He's noticed that he uses the term in relation to other robots, not humans, but Tony's always felt more at home with robots than humans anyway. Daneel might continue to insist on a difference, but as far as he's concerned, they've always been on equal footing. "Don't let anyone tell you differently."

The significance of friend doesn't escape him; it's a term layered in meaning and subtlety, affection and classification, and though he doubts he grasps all the nuances of it, he grasps enough.

Daneel nods. "Thank you, friend Tony." It's... strange to call a human that, but it's not an effort, either.

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