Я, Робот

           "Susan,"whisperedLanninginafumingwhisper,"askhimifdeathcomesintoit.Askhimwhatthedangersare."

           SusanCalvin’sexpressioncontortedwithfury,"Keepquiet!"Inashakenvoice,shesaidtoTheBrain,"Wecancommunicatewiththeship,can’tweBrain?"

           "Oh,theycanhearyouifyoucallbyradio.I’vetakencareofthat."

           "Thanks.That’sallfornow."

           Onceoutside,Lanninglashedoutragingly,"GreatGalaxy,Susan,ifthisgetsout,itwillruinallofus.We’vegottogetthosemenback.Whydidn’tyouaskitiftherewasdangerofdeath–straightout?"

           "Because,"saidCalvin,withawearyfrustration,"that’sjustwhatIcan’tmention.Ifit’sgotacaseofdilemma,it’saboutdeath.Anythingthatwouldbringitupbadlymightknockitcompletelyout.Willwebebetteroffthen?Now,look,itsaidwecouldcommunicatewiththem.Let’sdoso,gettheirlocation,andbringthemback.Theyprobablycan’tusethecontrolsthemselves;TheBrainisprobablyhandlingthemremotely.Come!"

           ItwasquiteawhilebeforePowellshookhimselftogether.

           "Mike,"hesaid,outofcoldlips,"didyoufeelanacceleration?"

           Donovan’seyeswereblank,"Huh?No...no."

           Andthentheredhead’sfistsclenchedandhewasoutofhisseatwithsuddenfrenziedenergyandupagainstthecold,wide-curvingglass.Therewasnothingtosee–butstars.

           Heturned,"Greg,theymusthavestartedthemachinewhilewewereinside.