Я, Робот
Runaround
"BecauseIwantSpeedyback,nitwit.Iwanttofindoutwhat’swrongwithhim."Andtotherobot,"Allright,you,followme."
Therobotremainedmotionlessandhisvoicerumbled:"Pardon,Master,butIcannot.Youmustmountfirst."Hisclumsyarmshadcometogetherwithathwack,bluntfingersinterlacing.
Powellstaredandthenpinchedathismustache."Uh...oh!"
Donovan’seyesbulged."We’vegottoridehim?Likeahorse?"
"Iguessthat’stheidea.Idon’tknowwhy,though.Ican’tsee-Yes,Ido.Itoldyoutheywereplayinguprobot-safetyinthosedays.Evidently,theyweregoingtosellthenotionofsafetybynotallowingthemtomoveabout,withoutamahoutontheirshouldersallthetime.Whatdowedonow?"
"That’swhatI’vebeenthinking,"mutteredDonovan."Wecan’tgooutonthesurface,witharobotorwithout.Oh,fortheloveofPete"–andhesnappedhisfingerstwice.Hegrewexcited."Givemethatmapyou’vegot.Ihaven’tstudieditfortwohoursfornothing.ThisisaMiningStation.What’swrongwithusingthetunnels?"
TheMiningStationwasablackcircleonthemap,andthelightdottedlinesthatweretunnelsstretchedoutaboutitinspiderwebfashion.
Donovanstudiedthelistofsymbolsatthebottomofthemap."Look,"hesaid,"thesmallblackdotsareopeningstothesurface,andhere’sonemaybethreemilesawayfromtheseleniumpool.There’sanumberhere–you’dthinkthey’dwritelarger–13a.Iftherobotsknowtheirwayaroundhere-"
