Я, Робот

           Thevaporssweepintotheshadowsandcondense,givingupheat.It’sasortofgiganticstill.Infact,ifyouuseyourflash,you’llprobablyfindthatthesideofthecliffiscoveredwith,say,hoar-sulphur,ormaybequicksilverdew.

           "Itdoesn’tmatter,though.Oursuitscanstandameaslyeightyindefinitely."

           Powellhadadjustedthebinocularattachments,sothatheseemedaseye-stalkedasasnail.

           Donovanwatchedtensely."Seeanything?"

           Theotherdidnotanswerimmediately,andwhenhedid,hisvoicewasanxiousandthoughtful."There’sadarkspotonthehorizonthatmightbetheseleniumpool.It’sintherightplace.ButIdon’tseeSpeedy."

           Powellclamberedupwardinaninstinctivestrivingforbetterview,tillhewasstandinginunsteadyfashionuponhisrobot’sshoulders.Legsstraddledwide,eyesstraining,hesaid:"Ithink...Ithink-Yes,it’sdefinitelyhe.He’scomingthisway."

           Donovanfollowedthepointingflnger.Hehadnobinoculars,buttherewasatinymovingdot,blackagainsttheblazingbrillianceofthecrystallineground.

           "Iseehim,"heyelled."Let’sgetgoing!"

           Powellhadhoppeddownintoasittingpositionontherobotagain,andhissuitedhandslappedagainsttheGargantuan’sbarrelchest."Getgoing!"

           "Giddy-ap,"yelledDonovan,andthumpedhisheels,spurfashion.

           Therobotsstartedoff,theregularthuddingoftheirfootstepssilentintheairlessness,forthenonmetallicfabricoftheinsosuitsdidnottransmitsound.Therewasonlyarhythmicvibrationjustbelowtheborderofactualhearing.