Я, Робот

           Powelllookedup,"TheZetaPotentialisrising,butslowly.Justthesame,thestreamfunctionsareerraticandIdon’tknowwhattoexpect.Oh,hello,Cutie.Ithoughtyouweresupervisingtheinstallationofthenewdrivebar."

           "It’sdone,"saidtherobotquietly,"andsoI’vecometohaveatalkwiththetwoofyou"

           "Oh!"Powelllookeduncomfortable."Well,sitdown.No,notthatchair.Oneofthelegsisweakandyou’renolightweight."

           Therobotdidsoandsaidplacidly,"Ihavecometoadecision."

           Donovangloweredandputtheremnantsofhissandwichaside."Ifit’sonanyofthatscrewy-"

           Theothermotionedimpatientlyforsilence,"Goahead,Cutie.We’relistening."

           "Ihavespenttheselasttwodaysinconcentratedintrospection,"saidCutie,"andtheresultshavebeenmostinteresting.IbeganattheonesureassumptionIfeltpermittedtomake.I,myself,exist,becauseIthink-"

           Powellgroaned,"Oh,Jupiter,arobotDescartes!"

           "Who’sDescartes?"demandedDonovan."Listen,dowehavetosithereandlistentothismetalmaniac-"

           "Keepquiet,Mike!"

           Cutiecontinuedimperturbably,"Andthequestionthatimmediatelyarosewas:Justwhatisthecauseofmyexistence?"

           Powell’sjawsetlumpily."You’rebeingfoolish.Itoldyoualreadythatwemadeyou."