Я, Робот
Robbie
TheyvisitedthezooswhereGloriastaredindeliciousfrightatthe"reallivelion"(ratherdisappointedthatthekeepersfedhimrawsteaks,insteadofhumanbeings,asshehadexpected),andaskedinsistentlyandperemptorilytosee"thewhale."
Thevariousmuseumscameinfortheirshareofattention,togetherwiththeparksandthebeachesandtheaquarium.
ShewastakenhalfwayuptheHudsoninanexcursionsteamerfittedoutinthearchaismofthemadTwenties.Shetravelledintothestratosphereonanexhibitiontrip,wheretheskyturneddeeppurpleandthestarscameoutandthemistyearthbelowlookedlikeahugeconcavebowl.DownunderthewatersoftheLongIslandSoundshewastakeninaglass-walledsub-seavessel,whereinagreenandwaveringworld,quaintandcurioussea-thingsogledherandwiggledsuddenlyaway.
Onamoreprosaiclevel,Mrs.Westontookhertothedepartmentstoreswhereshecouldrevelinanothertypeoffairyland.
Infact,whenthemonthhadnearlysped,theWestonswereconvincedthateverythingconceivablehadbeendonetotakeGloria’smindonceandforalloffthedepartedRobbie–buttheywerenotquitesuretheyhadsucceeded.
ThefactremainedthatwhereverGloriawent,shedisplayedthemostabsorbedandconcentratedinterestinsuchrobotsashappenedtobepresent.Nomatterhowexcitingthespectaclebeforeher,norhownoveltohergirlisheyes,sheturnedawayinstantlyifthecornerofhereyecaughtaglimpseofmetallicmovement.
Mrs.WestonwentoutofherwaytokeepGloriaawayfromallrobots.
