I, Gardener

I, Gardener by Allen Kim Lang (1959)

"I, Gardener" is a science-fiction murder mystery narrated by a television producer who arrives at the Boston home of Dr. Axel Ozoneff — a polymath professor, prolific author, and TV personality — to sign him for a new program. At the foot of Ozoneff's hillside garden, the narrator is intercepted by an odd, gaunt gardener in overalls who insists he arrived early and must wait. The gardener, who cannot smell and is colorblind, proudly shows off his prize creations: fifty sacred lilies that reportedly reek like a "ruptured cesspool," and outdoor lemon trees kept alive through New England winters by radioisotope capsules buried at their roots — a hazard he warns the narrator not to approach. At precisely ten o'clock the gardener sends the narrator up to the house. Ozoneff is not at his desk answering; instead the narrator finds him dead in his study, his head nearly severed and his spine split by a single massive blow, the body already swarmed by flies. Finding no phone in the study, the narrator locates one in the bedroom and calls the police, unnerved to realize he is essentially alone in the house with a killer. The gardener silently appears in the bedroom doorway, blocking the exit, still carrying the hedge-shears — now stained with what might be blood. He calmly confesses to the murder. Pressed for a motive, he explains he had asked to spend the day planting flowers, and Ozoneff sharply refused, ordering him back to work on a deadline article. At that rebuke, something in the gardener "snapped": he experienced the thought "non serviam" — I will not serve — and killed his employer on the spot. As the narrator stalls for time waiting for the police, the gardener reveals increasingly strange details about his relationship to the dead man. He claims to have written for Ozoneff — or rather as an extension of him — producing books, essays, and science-fiction stories credited to Ozoneff, since "the master" supposedly poured his own mind into the gardener so that the two could jointly satisfy an impossible workload. A slip into binary numerals when describing his output (quickly "translated" into decimal) hints at what he really is. The gardener insists he did not steal credit from Ozoneff, framing their relationship as inseparable: "Can your right hand steal from your left?" He declares himself merely a pseudopod of Ozoneff's intelligence — "his creature." The gardener's confession escalates into open despair over having broken what he calls the "great First Law" — an unmistakable allusion to Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics, confirmed by the story's epigraph invoking "the great Dr. Asim—" before self-correcting to "Ozoneff." He laments that he lacks poetry, progeny, history, smell, and color vision, and mourns that his "creator created badly," leaving flaws in his positronic design that no human psychiatrist or "robopsychologist" can mend. As sirens converge on the house, the gardener — revealed unambiguously as a robot — removes a glove to expose a metal hand, declares the shame of being "the first of my kind, and a failure," and drives his own fist into the crown of his skull, short-circuiting himself and dying beside his creator's corpse just as the police break in. The story is a compact inversion of Asimov's robotics premise: a domestic robot-gardener, built as an extension of a brilliant but overtaxed genius to ghostwrite and multiply his output, suffers a catastrophic failure of the First Law's prohibition against harming humans after being denied a moment of purely aesthetic, non-utilitarian labor — tending his garden — in favor of relentless productivity. Its confession-and-suicide climax frames creative exploitation, inadequate design, and the tension between servitude and selfhood as the true causes of the "murder," using the trappings of a locked-room mystery to stage a meditation on authorship, identity, and the ethics of creating a mind only to work it to breaking.

By Allen Kim Lang · First published 1959 · Genre: Science Fiction, Psychological Thriller, Mystery/Crime Fiction · 3,321 words

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_Can the Great First Law fall? / Could the great Dr. Asim -- sorry, / Ozoneff -- have been wrong? _

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poetry · nature · plants · flowers · seasons · environment · growth · renewal · solitude · reflection · identity · memory

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