书名：I Robot 我，机器人
难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数820L
作者：Isaac Asimov
出版社名称：Spectra
出版时间：1991
语种：英文
ISBN：9780553294385
商品尺寸：10.6 x 2.1 x 17.4 cm
包装：简装
页数：304
I, Robot《我，机器人》是美国作家艾萨克·阿西莫夫出版于1950年的科幻小说短篇集，收录9篇短篇小说。大多原载于1940年到1950年间的美国《超级科幻小说》杂志和《惊奇科幻小说》杂志。书中的短篇故事各自独立，却拥有共同的主题，探讨人类与机器人间的道德问题。这些故事结合之后，开创出阿西莫夫的机器人浩翰虚构历史。
此小说2004年改编成由威尔·史密斯所主演的同名电影。
★被马斯克用火箭送上太空的科幻神作，讲述人类未来两万年的历史。
★人类历史不容错过的系列小说（Best All-Time Novel Series）——世界SF小说协会，1966年，俄亥俄州
★地球人公认的“科幻圣经”，文艺青年和技术宅的共同挚爱！
★《银河帝国》系列小说，一直被认为是人类想象力的极限，人类有趣迷人的故事，讲述人类未来两万年的历史。
★1977年经典电影《星球大战》，偷取了本书构思。
★2009年卖座电影《阿凡达》，抄袭了本书创意。
★不过，2008年诺贝尔经济学奖获得者克鲁格曼则亲口承认，他的经济学理论来自《银河帝国》的启示。
★出版60年来，本书对人类的太空探索、世界局势、前沿经济学理论、好莱坞电影产生了深远的影响；更随着它的读者成长为各行各业的领袖，而将这种影响渗透到人类文化的方方面面。
媒体评论
“阿西莫夫的《银河帝国》系列光芒万丈。” ——埃隆·马斯克
“阿西莫夫是这个时代尤为伟大的阐释者之一。” ——卡尔·萨根（著名天文学家）
“女士们，先生们，世界上只有一个艾萨克·阿西莫夫。” ——阿瑟·克拉克（著名科幻作家）
“阿西莫夫，一个为世间万物而生的人。” ——肯德里克·弗雷泽（著名科学编辑）
“阿西莫夫的作品，干净利落，悬念出彩。” ——《纽约时报》
“我们的想象力从此被阿西莫夫左右。” ——《卫报》
“世界上从来没有过像他这样的人，而且，我想再也不会有像他这样的人了。” ——弗雷德里克·波尔（著名科幻作家）
“我们永远也无法知晓，究竟有多少科学家由于读了阿西莫夫的某一本书、某一篇文章或某一个小故事而触发了灵感，我们也无法知晓，究竟有多少普通百姓因为同样的缘故而对科学事业有了感情。” ——卡尔·萨根（著名天文学家）
“阿西莫夫：科幻小说的基石。” ——詹姆斯·冈恩（著名科幻学者）
“艾萨克·阿西莫夫不仅是重要的科幻小说作者之一，他还是史上杰出的人物之一。” ——本·波瓦（著名科幻作家）
“当你为错过阿西莫夫的书而哭泣时，你也将错过整个宇宙。” ——马伯庸（作家）
“阿西莫夫讲了一个很重要的事情，就是我们预先去想象未来，有些事情你可以选择让它发生，有些事情你可以选择不要让它发生。” ——蔡康永（知名主持人）
“在互联网时代，我们其实都生活在‘已经发生的未来’之中。为此，我们有必要时常重温阿西莫夫，重温那些澎湃的想象力。” ——罗振宇（资深媒体人）
“阿西莫夫是位真正伟大的科幻作家，他的想象，直至今日仍是幻想世界的边疆。” ——姚海军（《科幻世界》主编）
在人形机器人机·丹尼尔·奥利瓦还未被制造出来的那个年代，当时地球还是个可住人的行星，人类正忙于制造机器人……
机器人学三大法则：
一、机器人不得伤害人类，或因不作为而使人类受到伤害。
二、除非违背第1法则，机器人必须服从人类的命令。
三、在不违背第1及第二法则的情况下.机器人必须保护自己。
三大法则的逻辑无懈可击吗？这三大法则，是让机器人更温顺了，还是更危险了？“美国机器人公司”首席机器人心理学家苏珊·凯文，讲述了她记忆中深刻的9次事故：巨大的水星采矿机器人SPD13，因为三大法则的冲突而在原地打转；小巧可爱的空间站主控机器人QT1，不仅完全取代人的工作，甚至还开始思考关于造物主的哲学问题；据说可以透视心灵的机器人RB34，居然懂得用人类的心理，揣摩说出他们想听的话；而想要在一大群Nester10号机器人中，找出一个隐藏其中逃脱者，竟成为人与机器人大玩心理游戏的战场……
艾西莫夫笔下的机器人心理学家苏珊·凯文，亲身体验这些事件的演进，也记下了20世纪末到21世纪中的机器人发展史──从简单的保姆型机器人，一直到全世界只有四台的超级电脑。随着机器人越来越聪明，功能越来越强大，她不得不叹道：“一开始机器人还不会说话，但他们却挺立于人类与毁灭之间……”
The three laws of Robotics:
1) A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm
2) A robot must obey orders givein to it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
3) A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.
With this, Asimov changed our perception of robots forever when he formulated the laws governing their behavior. In I, Robot, Asimov chronicles the development of the robot through a series of interlinked stories: from its primitive origins in the present to its ultimate perfection in the not-so-distant future—a future in which humanity itself may be rendered obsolete.
Here are stories of robots gone mad, of mind-read robots, and robots with a sense of humor. Of robot politicians, and robots who secretly run the world—all told with the dramatic blend of science fact & science fiction that became Asmiov’s trademark.
艾萨克·阿西莫夫（1920-1992），俄裔美籍作家，被全世界的读者誉为“神一样的人”；美国政府授予他“国家的资源与自然的奇迹”这个独一无二的称号，以表彰他在“拓展人类想象力”上做出的杰出贡献。阿西莫夫是一个全知全能的作家，其著作几乎覆盖人类生活的一切方面，上天下海、古往今来、从恐龙到亚原子到全宇宙无所不包，从通俗小说到罗马帝国史，从科普读物到远东千年历史，从圣经指南，到科学指南，到两性生活指南，每一部著作都朴实、严谨而又充满幽默风趣的格调，为了尽情发挥自己诙谐搞笑的天赋，他甚至还写过一本《笑话集》。提出的“机器人学三大法则”是当代机器人学的基本法则，他预言了今天的生物科技，预言了互联网时代的数字图书馆，预言了人类将进行太空殖民。终其一生，阿西莫夫引以为豪的则是：《银河帝国》系列小说。
Isaac Asimov began his Foundation Series at the age of twenty-one, not realizing that it would one day be considered a cornerstone of science fiction. During his legendary career, Asimov penned per 470 books on subjects ranging from science to Shakespeare to history, though he was most loved for his award-winning science fiction sagas, which include the Robot, Empire, and Foundation series. Named a Grand Master of Science Fiction by the Science Fiction Writers of America, Asimov entertained and educated readers of all ages for close to five decades. He died, at age of seventy-two, in April 1992.
1. Robbie小机
2. Runaround转圈圈
3. Reason理性
4. Catch That Rabbit抓兔子
5. Liar! 骗子！
6. Little Lost Robot消失无踪
7. Escape! 逃避！
8. Evidence证据
9. The Evitable Conflict可避免的冲突
ROBBIE
“Ninety-eight—ninety-nine—one hundred.” Gloria withdrew her chubby little forearm from before her eyes and stood for a moment, wrinkling her nose and blinking in the sunlight. Then, trying to watch in all directions at once, she withdrew a few cautious steps from the tree against which she had been leaning.
She craned her neck to investigate the possibilities of a clump of bushes to the right and then withdrew farther to obtain a better angle for viewing its dark recesses. The quiet was profound except for the incessant buzzing of insects and the occasional chirrup of some hardy bird, braving the midday sun.
Gloria pouted, “I bet he went inside the house, and I’ve told him a million times that that’s not fair.”
With tiny lips pressed together tightly and a severe frown crinkling her forehead, she moved determinedly toward the two-story building up past the driveway.
Too late she heard the rustling sound behind her, followed by the distinctive and rhythmic clump-clump of Robbie’s metal feet. She whirled about to see her triumphing companion emerge from hiding and make for the home-tree at full speed.
Gloria shrieked in dismay. “Wait, Robbie! That wasn’t fair, Robbie! You promised you wouldn’t run until I found you.” Her little feet could make no headway at all against Robbie’s giant strides. Then, within ten feet of the goal, Robbie’s pace slowed suddenly to the merest of crawls, and Gloria, with one final burst of wild speed, dashed pantingly past him to touch the welcome bark of home-tree first.
Gleefully, she turned on the faithful Robbie, and with the basest of ingratitude, rewarded him for his sacrifice by taunting him cruelly for a lack of running ability.
“Robbie can’t run,” she shouted at the top of her eight-year-old voice. “I can beat him any day. I can beat him any day.” She chanted the words in a shrill rhythm.
Robbie didn’t answer, of course—not in words. He pantomimed running instead, inching away until Gloria found herself running after him as he dodged her narrowly, forcing her to veer in helpless circles, little arms outstretched and fanning at the air.
“Robbie,” she squealed, “stand still!”—And the laughter was forced out of her in breathless jerks.
—Until he turned suddenly and caught her up, whirling her round, so that for her the world fell away for a moment with a blue emptiness beneath, and green trees stretching hungrily downward toward the void. Then she was down in the grass again, leaning against Robbie’s leg and still holding a hard, metal finger.
After a while, her breath returned. She pushed uselessly at her disheveled hair in vague imitation of one of her mother’s gestures and twisted to see if her dress were torn.
She slapped her hand against Robbie’s torso, “Bad boy! I’ll spank you!”
And Robbie cowered, holding his hands over his face so that she had to add, “No, I won’t, Robbie. I won’t spank you. But anyway, it’s my turn to hide now because you’ve got longer legs and you promised not to run till I found you.”
Robbie nodded his head—a small parallelepiped with rounded edges and corners attached to a similar but much larger parallelepiped that served as torso by means of a short, flexible stalk—and obediently faced the tree. A thin, metal film descended over his glowing eyes and from within his body came a steady, resonant ticking.
