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“You’re pretty good at controlling people, aren’t you, Jack. A real powerhouse. Individuals, or mobs, you can usually get your own way. It was your idea to send you to Luna, not your father’s. It was your idea to appoint yourself my assistant in this operation. It was you who planted the idea that the failure of the McGuire series was due to Thurston’s activities.

“You used to get quite a kick out of controlling people. And then you were introduced to McGuire One. I got all the information on that. You were fifteen, and, for the first time in your life, you found an intelligent mind that couldn’t be affected at all by that emotional field you project so well. Nothing affected McGuire but data. If you told him something, he believed it. Right, McGuire?”

“I do not recall that, sir.”

“Fine. And, by the way, McGuire–the data you have been picking up in the last few hours, since your activation, is to be regarded as unique data. It applies only to Jaqueline Ravenhurst, and is not to be assumed relevant to any other person unless I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s what I don’t understand!” Jack said unhappily. “I stole the two keys that were supposed to activate McGuire. He was supposed to obey the first person who activated him. But I activated him, and he won’t obey!”

“You weren’t listening to what Midguard said, Jack,” I said gently. “He said: ‘The first man’s voice he hears will be identified as his master.'”

“You’d been talking to every activation of McGuire. You’d … well, I won’t say you’d fallen in love with him, but it was certainly a schoolgirl crush. You found that McGuire didn’t respond to emotion, but only to data and logic.

“You’ve always felt rather inferior in regard to your ability to handle logic, haven’t you, Jack?”

“Yes … yes. I have.”

“Don’t cry, now; I’m only trying to explain it to you. There’s nothing wrong with your abilities.”

“No?”

“No. But you wanted to be able to think like a man, and you couldn’t. You think like a woman! And what’s wrong with that? Nothing! Your method of thinking is just as good as any man’s, and better than most of ’em.

“You found you could handle people emotionally, and you found it was so easy that you grew contemptuous. The only mind that responded to your logic was McGuire’s. But your logic is occasionally as bad as your feminine reasoning is good. So, every time you talked to McGuire, you eventually gave him data that he couldn’t reconcile in his computations. If he did reconcile them, then his thinking had very little in common with the actual realities of the universe, and he behaved in non-survival ways.

“McGuire was your friend, your brother, your Father Confessor. He never made judgments or condemned you for anything you did. All he did was sit there and soak up troubles and worries that he couldn’t understand or use. Each time, he was driven mad.

“The engineers and computermen and roboticists who were working on it were too much under your control to think of blaming you for McGuire’s troubles. Even Brock, in spite of his attitude of the tough guy watching over a little girl, was under your control to a certain degree. He let you get away with all your little pranks, only making sure that you didn’t get hurt.”

She nodded. “They were all so easy. So very easy. I could speak nonsense and they’d listen and do what I told them. But McGuire didn’t accept nonsense, I guess.” She laughed a little. “So I fell in love with a machine.”

“Not a machine,” I said gently. “Six of them. Each time the basic data was pumped into a new McGuire brain, you assumed that it was the same machine you’d known before with a little of its memory removed. Each time, you’d tell it to ‘remember’ certain things, and, of course, he did. If you tell a robot that a certain thing is in his memory banks, he’ll automatically put it there and treat it as a memory.