Я, Робот

           "Wewon’thaveto,perhaps,"repliedPowell,quietly."Ifwedon’tdosomethingquickly,livinganythingdown–orevenjustplainliving–willbeoutofthequestion."

           "Don’tbestupid!Ifyoufeelfunnyaboutit,Greg,Idon’t.Itwascriminal,sendingusoutherewithonlyonerobot.Anditwasyourbrightideathatwecouldhandlethephoto-cellbanksourselves."

           "Nowyou’rebeingunfair.Itwasamutualdecisionandyouknowit.Allweneededwasakilogramofselenium,aStillheadDielectrodePlateandaboutthreehours’timeandtherearepoolsofpureseleniumalloverSunside.MacDougal’sspectroreflectorspottedthreeforusinfiveminutes,didn’tit?Whatthedevil!Wecouldn’thavewaitedfornextconjunction."

           "Well,whatarewegoingtodo?Powell,you’vegotanidea.Iknowyouhave,oryouwouldn’tbesocalm.You’renomoreaherothanIam.Goon,spillit!"

           "Wecan’tgoafterSpeedyourselves,Mike-notontheSunside.Eventhenewinsosuitsaren’tgoodformorethantwentyminutesindirectsunlight.Butyouknowtheoldsaying,’Setarobottocatcharobot’Look,Mike,maybethingsaren’tsobad.We’vegotsixrobotsdowninthesublevels,thatwemaybeabletouse,iftheywork.Iftheywork."

           TherewasaglintofsuddenhopeinDonovan’seyes."YoumeansixrobotsfromtheFirstExpedition.Areyousure?Theymaybesubroboticmachines.Tenyearsisalongtimeasfarasrobot-typesareconcerned,youknow."

           "No,they’rerobots.I’vespentalldaywiththemandIknow.They’vegotpositronicbrains:primitive,ofcourse."Heplacedthemapinhispocket."Let’sgodown."