Я, Робот

           Itsaid,"Parsecs"andthetinyfigureattherightendofthecurving,graduatedmetersaid"1,000,000."

           Thereweretwochairs;heavy,wide-flaring,uncushioned.Powellseatedhimselfgingerly,andfounditmoldedtothebody’scurves,andcomfortable.

           Powellsaid,"Whatdoyouthinkofit?"

           "Formymoney,TheBrainhasbrain-fever.Let’sgetout."

           "Sureyoudon’twanttolookitoverabit?"

           "Ihavelookeditover.Icame,Isaw,I’mthrough!"Donovan’sredhairbristledintoseparatewires,"Greg,let’sgetoutofhere.Iquitmyjobfivesecondsago,andthisisarestrictedareafornon-personnel."

           Powellsmiledinanoilyself-satisfiedmannerandsmoothedhismustache,"O.K.,Mike,turnoffthatadrenalintapyou’vegotdrainingintoyourbloodstream.Iwasworried,too,butnomore."

           "Nomore,huh?Howcome,nomore?Increasedyourinsurance?"

           "Mike,thisshipcan’tfly."

           "Howdoyouknow?"

           "Well,we’vebeenthroughtheentireship,haven’twe?"

           "Seemsso."

           "Takemywordforit,wehave.Didyouseeanypilotroomexceptforthisoneportandtheonegaugehereinparsecs?Didyouseeanycontrols?"

           "No."

           "Anddidyouseeanyengines?"

           "HolyJoe,no!"

           "Well,then!Let’sbreakthenewstoLanning,Mike."

           Theycursedtheirwaythroughthefeaturelesscorridorsandfinallyhit-and-missedtheirwayintotheshortpassagetotheairlock.

           Donovanstiffened,"Didyoulockthisthing,Greg?"

           "No,Inevertouchedit.Yankthelever,willyou?"

           Theleverneverbudged,thoughDonovan’sfacetwistedappallinglywithexertion.