Я, Робот
Robbie
Gloriatwistedtherobot’sheadandleanedtotheright.Hebankedsharply.Gloriaequippedthe’coasterwithamotorthatwent"Br-r-r"andthenwithweaponsthatwent"Powie"and"Sh-sh-shshsh."Piratesweregivingchaseandtheship’sblasterswerecomingintoplay.Thepiratesdroppedinasteadyrain.
"Gotanotherone.Twomore,"shecried.
Then"Faster,men,"Gloriasaidpompously,"we’rerunningoutofammunition."SheaimedoverhershoulderwithundauntedcourageandRobbiewasablunt-nosedspaceshipzoomingthroughthevoidatmaximumacceleration.
Clearacrossthefieldhesped,tothepatchoftallgrasson
theotherside,wherehestoppedwithasuddennessthatevokedashriekfromhisflushedrider,andthentumbledherontothesoft,greencarpet.
Gloriagaspedandpanted,andgavevoicetointermittentwhisperedexclamationsof"Thatwasnice!"
Robbiewaiteduntilshehadcaughtherbreathandthenpulledgentlyatalockofhair.
"Youwantsomething?"saidGloria,eyeswideinanapparentlyartlesscomplexitythatfooledherhuge"nursemaid"notatall.Hepulledthecurlharder.
"Oh,Iknow.Youwantastory."
Robbienoddedrapidly.
"Whichone?"
