Я, Робот
Robbie
"Nowdon’tpretendyoudon’tknowwhatI’mtalkingabout.It’sthatrobotGloriacallsRobbie.Hedoesn’tleaveherforamoment."
"Well,whyshouldhe?He’snotsupposedto.Andhecertainlyisn’taterriblemachine.He’sthebestdarnrobotmoneycanbuyandI’mdamnedsurehesetmebackhalfayear’sincome.He’sworthit,though–darnsightclevererthanhalfmyofficestaff."
Hemadeamovetopickupthepaperagain,buthiswifewasquickerandsnatcheditaway.
"Youlistentome,George.Iwon’thavemydaughterentrustedtoamachine–andIdon’tcarehowcleveritis.Ithasnosoul,andnooneknowswhatitmaybethinking.Achildjustisn’tmadetobeguardedbyathingofmetal."
Westonfrowned,"Whendidyoudecidethis?He’sbeenwithGloriatwoyearsnowandIhaven’tseenyouworrytillnow."
"Itwasdifferentatfirst.Itwasanovelty;ittookaloadoffme,and–anditwasafashionablethingtodo.ButnowIdon’tknow.Theneighbors-"
"Well,whathavetheneighborstodowithit.Now,look.Arobotisinfinitelymoretobetrustedthanahumannursemaid.Robbiewasconstructedforonlyonepurposereally–tobethecompanionofalittlechild.Hisentire`mentality’hasbeencreatedforthepurpose.Hejustcan’thelpbeingfaithfulandlovingandkind.He’samachine-madeso.That’smorethanyoucansayforhumans."
"Butsomethingmightgowrong.Some-some-"Mrs.Westonwasabithazyabouttheinsidesofarobot,"somelittlejiggerwillcomelooseandtheawfulthingwillgoberserkand-and-"Shecouldn’tbringherselftocompletethequiteobviousthought.
