Я, Робот
Robbie
"Nonsense,"Westondenied,withaninvoluntarynervousshiver."That’scompletelyridiculous.WehadalongdiscussionatthetimeweboughtRobbieabouttheFirstLawofRobotics.Youknowthatitisimpossibleforarobottoharmahumanbeing;thatlongbeforeenoughcangowrongtoalterthatFirstLaw,arobotwouldbecompletelyinoperable.It’samathematicalimpossibility.BesidesIhaveanengineerfromU.S.Robotsheretwiceayeartogivethepoorgadgetacompleteoverhaul.Why,there’snomorechanceofanythingatallgoingwrongwithRobbiethanthereisofyouorIsuddenlygoinglooney–considerablyless,infact.Besides,howareyougoingtotakehimawayfromGloria?"
Hemadeanotherfutilestabatthepaperandhiswifetosseditangrilyintothenextroom.
"That’sjustit,George!Shewon’tplaywithanyoneelse.Therearedozensoflittleboysandgirlsthatsheshouldmakefriendswith,butshewon’t.Shewon’tgonearthemunlessImakeher.That’snowayforalittlegirltogrowup.Youwanthertobenormal,don’tyou?Youwanthertobeabletotakeherpartinsociety."
"You’rejumpingatshadows,Grace.PretendRobbie’sadog.I’veseenhundredsofchildrenwhowouldratherhavetheirdogthantheirfather."
"Adogisdifferent,George.Wemustgetridofthathorriblething.Youcansellitbacktothecompany.I’veasked,andyoucan."
"You’veasked?Nowlookhere,Grace,let’snotgooffthedeepend.We’rekeepingtherobotuntilGloriaisolderandIdon’twantthesubjectbroughtupagain."Andwiththathewalkedoutoftheroominahuff.
Mrs.Westonmetherhusbandatthedoortwoeveningslater."You’llhavetolistentothis,George.There’sbadfeelinginthevillage."
