Я, Робот
Robbie
"It’sthatchild,George.I’vehadtosendbackthedogtoday.Gloriapositivelycouldn’tstandthesightofhim,shesaid.She’sdrivingmeintoanervousbreakdown."
Westonlaiddownthepaperandahopefulgleamenteredhiseye,"Maybe-MaybeweoughttogetRobbieback.Itmightbedone,youknow.Icangetintouchwith-"
"No!"shereplied,grimly."Iwon’thearofit.We’renotgivingupthateasily.Mychildshallnotbebroughtupbyarobotifittakesyearstobreakherofit."
Westonpickeduphispaperagainwithadisappointedair."Ayearofthiswillhavemeprematurelygray."
"You’reabighelp,George,"wasthefrigidanswer."WhatGlorianeedsisachangeofenvironment.Ofcourseshecan’tforgetRobbiehere.Howcanshewheneverytreeandrockremindsherofhim?ItisreallythesilliestsituationIhaveeverheardof.Imagineachildpiningawayforthelossofarobot."
"Well,sticktothepoint.What’sthechangeinenvironmentyou’replanning?"
"We’regoingtotakehertoNewYork."
"Thecity!InAugust!Say,doyouknowwhatNewYorkislikeinAugust?It’sunbearable."
"Millionsdobearit."
"Theydon’thaveaplacelikethistogoto.Iftheydidn’thavetostayinNewYork,theywouldn’t."
