Я, Робот
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Hewalkedawayandmotionedfrantically:"Iorderyoutostayaway.Iorderyoutostop!"
Itwasquiteuseless.YoucouldnotbeatRule1potential.Therobotsaidstupidly,"Youareindanger,Master."
Powelllookedabouthimdesperately.Hecouldn’tseeclearly.Hisbrainwasinaheatedwhirl;hisbreathscorchedwhenhebreathed,andthegroundallabouthimwasashimmeringhaze.
Hecalledalasttime,desperately:"Speedy!I’mdying,damnyou!Whereareyou?Speedy,Ineedyou."
Hewasstillstumblingbackwardinablindefforttogetawayfromthegiantrobothedidn’twant,whenhefeltsteelfingersonhisarms,andaworried,apologeticvoiceofmetallictimbreinhisears.
"Holysmokes,boss;whatareyoudoinghere?AndwhatamIdoing-I’msoconfused-"
"Nevermind,"murmuredPowell,weakly."Getmetotheshadowofthecliff–andhurry!"Therewasonelastfeelingofbeingliftedintotheairandasensationofrapidmotionandburningheat,andhepassedout.
HewokewithDonovanbendingoverhimandsmilinganxiously."Howareyou,Greg?"
"Fine!"cametheresponse."Where’sSpeedy?"
"Righthere.Isenthimouttooneoftheotherseleniumpools–withorderstogetthatseleniumatallcostthistime.
