Later on, Doc knew, it would be perfectly clear to any objective observer that he had never had the slightest intention of allowing a robot-operator to carry out a cardiac transplant on a patient under his care, but at the time he gave every appearance of finally acquiescing to the procedure that Hospital Administration had been pressuring him to permit and monitor these many months past. With the steady, almost catastrophic, decrease in newly trained physicians and other medical personnel in recent years, all the government Hospitals were deeply committed to ever-increasing computerization of all medical services. Diagnosis had become almost completely computerized as much as ten years previously, and many of the medical specialties were rapidly following the same path, as fewer and fewer trained physicians were available to provide care, and the few that were left were increasingly occupied with monitoring the computerized services, acting as overseers and computer consultants rather than physicians.
Surgery, by far the most technically demanding of all the specialties, had naturally resisted computerization the longest. As little as ten years before, expert surgeons had insisted flatly that programming robots to do even the most simple surgery could never be accomplished. Too much, they said, depended on the skilled fingers and refined surgical judgment that no machine could ever emulate — and they might have been right except for the development of Hunyadi’s neuropantograph and the whole new approach to direct, one-to-one surgeon-to-computer programming system the neuropantograph made possible.
The neuropantograph, of course, changed the whole picture. With its use the surgeon, in effect, programmed the robot-operator’s computer directly by what he did or did not do at the operating table. In a sense, the surgeon’s entire surgical performance at every level was captured in molecular miniature in the colloidal gel of the pantograph’s activated Hunyadi tubes, and thence transferred directly to the memory circuits of the computer in usable form. In theory, by repetitive neuropantographic scan of the same surgeon doing the same kind of procedure multitudes of different times, the number of surgical eventualities that the computer could be programmed to face and act upon would be increased exponentially until, in the end, the risk that the computer might encounter a problem or complication it could not handle was reduced to the point of the negligible.
Even this risk, however, could theoretically be minimized by having human surgeons stand in and monitor computer-handled cases. At first only the simplest procedures had been attempted, but as the robot-operators proved themselves in the operating room, more and more complex procedures were being programmed and run. Now there were those enthusiasts from Health Control and Hospital Administration — including Dr. Katie Durham, administrator of Hospital No. 7 — who optimistically contended that there was no surgical procedure too complex or too demanding that a robot-operator could not be programmed to handle it; and there were surgeons like Dr. John Long who used every resource at their command to prove that there were types of difficult surgery that the robot-operators could not manage, now or ever. Today was the first attempt to allow a robot-operator to perform a cardiac transplant from beginning to end, and Doc’s responsibility was clear-cut. As the “teaching surgeon” whose neuropantographs had been used to program the robot’s computer, he was assigned to monitor the surgery, to detect any errors or misjudgments that might occur, and, ultimately, to bail the patient out if anything went wrong.
During the appendectomy done previously, Doc had been content to let things go as they would. Thousands of robot appendectomies had been performed by now, and the monitoring doctor only rarely needed to intervene. But for this case he had his full surgical team on hand, scrubbed and gowned in the operating room, ready at a moment’s notice. Dr. Katie Durham stayed back from the group, watching closely but remaining discreetly out of the way. As the robot-operator began the procedure, Doc kept a careful eye on the anesthetist, checked the robot-operator’s continual monitoring of the patient’s heart rate, electrocardiogram, and electroencephalogram. The machine made the customary incision, opening the patient’s chest widely and tying off bleeding vessels before proceeding. As it moved into the chest with three of its sensor-arms, Doc said, “Hold it. There’s too much seepage there. We’ve got to get those bleeders.” He stepped to the table, tied off two or three small bleeding vessels before allowing the robot to proceed. Moments later he interrupted it again. “This has got to move faster, this patient’s heart is about used up, and it’s going to be fibrillating if we don’t get moving. This machine had better get the bypass ready fast or this patient is going to be in trouble.”
The machine responded hesitatingly, placing the clamps and arranging the tubes in preparation for switching the patient’s circulation to the heart-lung bypass machine. Then, rather than making the switch to machine circulation, the robot hesitated again, then placed electrodes to monitor the heart’s natural but irregular rhythm. A moment later two additional sensorarms moved to resettle the bypass clamps again. The operating room fell dead silent as the robot moved placidly, methodically, delaying the bypass switch as it rechecked the electrocardiograph-monitoring leads. As the apprehension increased, Doc looked over his shoulder at Dr. Durham. Then he said, “Sorry, Katie, but I’m cutting this thing out and going in myself.”
“What’s the trouble?” Katie asked sharply.
“The machine’s obviously confused. It senses the irregular conduction and anticipates that the heart will be fibrillating at any moment, but it can’t seem to complete the bypass. It can’t decide which to do first, stand by to defibrillate the heart or take the bull by the horns.”
“Can’t it handle the defibrillation and the bypass both at the same time?”
“It should be able to, but it’s not doing it. I don’t dare wait any longer; I’m taking over.”
“Doctor, you’re making a mistake. There’s no urgency. The bypass connections are all ready any second they’re needed — ”
“I’m still not taking a chance.” Doc brushed her objections aside and nodded to the nurse to inactivate the robot. With his team moving to the table, Doc quickly made the bypass connection that the robot-operator had started. Then, with the patient’s circulation controlled by the heart-lung machine, he shocked the aging and damaged heart into inactivity. The replacement heart in its perfusion bath was readied, and the people around the table lapsed into a tense silence as Doc moved ahead with the procedure.
“Dr. Long,” Katie Durham’s voice was tight with anger. “You could perfectly well have let that robot go on.”
“Sorry, but I’m the one who had to decide, and I decided no dice.”
“That may be, but I’m not blind. Any confusion on the part of that robot was programmed into it, and you were the one the programming came from.”
“This patient could have been dead before the robot made up its mind to complete the bypass. It should have moved fast and without delay. That’s a fundamental judgment.”
“So you say,” Dr. Durham said. “Well, you’re going to have to say it to the Committee, I’m afraid, when I make my report.”
“Whatever you say,” Doc said sharply. “I’m busy now.”
“Then let me see you in my office when you’re through.”
Doc sighed as the woman left the operating room, closing the door quietly behind her. He had known it would come sooner or later, it had been inevitable from the beginning, but now that he actually faced it he could not put aside the apprehension in his mind. He had been fighting the system from within as stealthily and subtly as he knew how, but now at last the fight was out in the open. And in that kind of fight, he feared, Dr. Katie Durham held all the trumps.