Я, Робот

           Hiscountryplaceishisplaceofrest.HisRightofPrivacyasacitizenofadultresponsibilityisnaturallyevenstronger,underthecircumstances.Youwon’tbeabletoobtainawarranttoenterhisgroundswithoutshowingjustcause.However,I’dbethelasttopreventyoufromtrying."

           Therewasapauseofmoderatelength,andthenQuinnleanedforward,sothathisimaged-faceexpandedandthefinelinesonhisforeheadwerevisible,"Byerley,whydoyoucarryon?Youcan’tbeelected."

           "Can’tI?"

           "Doyouthinkyoucan?Doyousupposethatyourfailuretomakeanyattempttodisprovetherobotcharge–whenyoucouldeasily,bybreakingoneoftheThreeLaws–doesanythingbutconvincethepeoplethatyouarearobot?"

           "AllIseesofaristhatfrombeingarathervaguelyknown,butstilllargelyobscuremetropolitanlawyer,Ihavenowbecomeaworldfigure.You’reagoodpublicist."

           "Butyouarearobot."

           "Soit’sbeensaid,butnotproven."

           "It’sbeenprovensufficientlyfortheelectorate."

           "Thenrelaxyou’vewon."

           "Good-by,"saidQuinn,withhisfirsttouchofviciousness,andthevisorphoneslammedoff.

           "Good-by,"saidByerleyimperturbably,totheblankplate.

           Byerleybroughthis"teacher"backtheweekbeforeelection.Theaircardroppedquicklyinanobscurepartofthecity.

           "You’llstayheretillafterelection,"Byerleytoldhim."Itwouldbebettertohaveyououtofthewayifthingstakeabadturn."

           ThehoarsevoicethattwistedpainfullyoutofJohn’scrookedmouthmighthavehadaccentsofconcerninit.