Я, Робот
Escape!
Donovansatdownslowly,"Youfigurethat?"Carefully,heflattenedhishair,"Listen,thisjunkaboutthespace-warpknockedoutConsolidated’srobot,andthelonghairssaiditwasbecauseinterstellartravelkilledhumans.Whichrobotareyougoingtotrust?Ourshadthesamedata,Iunderstand."
Powellwasyankingmadlyathismustache,"Don’tpretendyoudon’tknowyourrobotics,Mike.Beforeit’sphysicallypossibleinanywayforarobottoevenmakeastarttobreakingtheFirstLaw,somanythingshavetobreakdownthatitwouldbearuinedmessofscraptentimesover.There’ssomesimpleexplanationtothis."
"Ohsure,sure.Justhavethebutlercallmeinthemorning.It’salljusttoo,toosimpleformetobotheraboutbeforemybeautynap."
"Well,Jupiter,Mike,whatareyoucomplainingaboutsofar?TheBrainistakingcareofus.Thisplaceiswarm.It’sgotlight.It’sgotair.Therewasn’tevenenoughofanaccelerationjartomussyourhairifitweresmoothenoughtobemussableinthefirstplace."
"Yeah?Greg,youmust’vetakenlessons.NoonecouldputPollyannathatfaroutoftherunningwithout.Whatdoweeat?Whatdowedrink?Wherearewe?Howdowegetback?Andincaseofaccident,towhatexitandinwhatspacesuitdowerun,notwalk?Ihaven’tevenseenabathroomintheplace,orthoselittleconveniencesthatgoalongwithbathrooms.Sure,we’rebeingtakencareof–butgood?"
ThevoicethatinterruptedDonovan’stiradewasnotPowell’s.Itwasnobody’s.
