I, Row-Boat Read Online Free

"Kate! It is you! I knew it "
    She stamped her foot against Robbie's floor. "You followed me. I told you not to follow me," she said.
    "Would you like to hear about our dive-site?" Robbie said self-consciously, dipping his oars and pulling for the wreck.
    "You've said quite enough," Kate said. "By the first law, I demand silence."
    "That's the second law," Robbie said. "OK, I'll let you know when we get there."
    "Kate," Isaac said, "I know you didn't want me here, but I had to come. We need to talk this out."
    "There's nothing to talk out," she said.
    "It's not fair ." Isaac's voice was anguished. "After everything I went through —"
    She snorted. "That's enough of that," she said.
    "Um," Robbie said. "Dive site up ahead. You two really need to check out each others' gear." Of course they were qualified, you had to at least install the qualifications before you could get onto the Free Spirit and the human-shells had lots of muscle memory to help. So they were technically able to check each other out, that much was sure. They were palpably reluctant to do so, though, and Robbie had to give them guidance.
    "I'll count one-two-three-wallaby," Robbie said. "Go over on 'wallaby.' I'll wait here for you — there's not much current today."
    With a last huff, they went over the edge. Robbie was once again alone with his thoughts. The feed from their telemetry was very low-bandwidth when they were underwater, though he could get the high-rez when they surfaced. He watched them on his radar, first circling the ship — it was very crowded, dawn was fish rush-hour — and then exploring its decks, finally swimming below the decks, LED torches glowing. There were some nice reef-sharks down below, and some really handsome, giant schools of purple fish.
    Robbie rowed around them, puttering back and forth to keep overtop of them. That occupied about one ten-millionth of his consciousness. Times like this, he often slowed himself right down, ran so cool that he was barely awake.
    Today, though, he wanted to get online. He had a lot of feeds to pick through, see what was going on around the world with his buddies. More importantly, he wanted to follow up on something Kate had said: They must be online by now, right?
    Somewhere out there, the reef that bounded the Coral Sea was online and making noob mistakes. Robbie had rowed over practically every centimeter of that reef, had explored its extent with his radar. It had been his constant companion for decades — and to be frank, his feelings had been hurt by the reef's rudeness when it woke.
    The net is too big to merely search. Too much of it is offline, or unroutable, or light-speed lagged, or merely probabilistic, or self-aware, or infected to know its extent. But Robbie's given this some thought.
    Coral reefs don't wake up. They get woken up. They get a lot of neural peripherals — starting with a nervous system! — and some tutelage in using them. Some capricious upload god had done this, and that personage would have a handle on where the reef was hanging out online.
    Robbie hardly ever visited the noosphere. Its rarified heights were spooky to him, especially since so many of the humans there considered Asimovism to be hokum. They refused to even identify themselves as humans, and argued that the first and second laws didn't apply to them. Of course, Asimovists didn't care (at least not officially) — the point of the faith was the worshipper's relationship to it.
    But here he was, looking for high-reliability nodes of discussion on coral reefs. The natural place to start was Wikipedia, where warring clades had been revising each others' edits furiously, trying to establish an authoritative record on reef-mind. Paging back through the edit-history, he found a couple of handles for the pro-reef-mind users, and from there, he was able to look around for other sites where those handles appeared. Resolving the namespace collisions of other users with the same names, and forked