Я, Робот
Robbie
"Aboutwhat?"askedWeston.Hesteppedintothewashroomanddrownedoutanypossibleanswerbythesplashofwater.
Mrs.Westonwaited.Shesaid,"AboutRobbie."
Westonsteppedout,towelinhand,faceredandangry,"Whatareyoutalkingabout?"
"Oh,it’sbeenbuildingupandbuildingup.I’vetriedtoclosemyeyestoit,butI’mnotgoingtoanymore.MostofthevillagersconsiderRobbiedangerous.Childrenaren’tallowedtogonearourplaceintheevenings."
"Wetrustourchildwiththething."
"Well,peoplearen’treasonableaboutthesethings."
"Thentohellwiththem."
"Sayingthatdoesn’tsolvetheproblem.I’vegottodomyshoppingdownthere.I’vegottomeetthemeveryday.Andit’sevenworseinthecitythesedayswhenitcomestorobots.NewYorkhasjustpassedanordinancekeepingallrobotsoffthestreetsbetweensunsetandsunrise."
"Allright,buttheycan’tstopusfromkeepingarobotinourhome.-Grace,thisisoneofyourcampaigns.Irecognizeit.Butit’snouse.Theanswerisstill,no!We’rekeepingRobbie!"
Andyethelovedhiswife–andwhatwasworse,hiswifeknewit.GeorgeWeston,afterall,wasonlyaman–poorthing–andhiswifemadefulluseofeverydevicewhichaclumsierandmorescrupuloussexhaslearned,withreasonandfutility,tofear.
