Я, Робот

           Greg,it’saput-upjob;theyfixeditupwiththerobottojerryusintobeingthetry-outboys,incasewewerethinkingofbackingout."

           Powellsaid,"Whatareyoutalkingabout?What’sthegoodofsendingusoutifwedon’tknowhowtorunthemachine?Howarewesupposedtobringitback?No,thisshipleftbyitself,andwithoutanyapparentacceleration."Herose,andwalkedthefloorslowly.Themetalwallsdinnedbacktheclangorofhissteps.

           Hesaidtonelessly,"Mike,thisisthemostconfusingsituationwe’veeverbeenupagainst."

           "That,"saidDonovan,bitterly,"isnewstome.Iwasjustbeginningtohaveaveryswelltime,whenyoutoldme."

           Powellignoredthat."Noacceleration–whichmeanstheshipworksonaprincipledifferentfromanyknown."

           "Differentfromanyweknow,anyway."

           "Differentfromanyknown.Therearenoengineswithinreachofmanualcontrol.Maybethey’rebuiltintothewalls.Maybethat’swhythey’rethickastheyare."

           "Whatareyoumumblingabout?"demandedDonovan.

           "Whynotlisten?I’msayingthatwhateverpowersthisshipisenclosed,andevidentlynotmeanttobehandled.Theshipisrunningbyremotecontrol."

           "TheBrain’scontrol?"

           "Whynot?"

           "Thenyouthinkwe’llstayoutheretillTheBrainbringsusback."

           "Itcouldbe.Ifso,let’swaitquietly.TheBrainisarobot.It’sgottofollowtheFirstLaw.Itcan’thurtahumanbeing."