Я, Робот
Reason
Cutienoddedgravely."Verygood,Donovan.Thatwasindeedthenextquestion.Evidentlymycreatormustbemorepowerfulthanmyselfandsotherewasonlyonepossibility."
TheEarthmenlookedblankandCutiecontinued,"Whatisthecenterofactivitieshereinthestation?Whatdoweallserve?Whatabsorbsallourattention?"Hewaitedexpectantly.
Donovanturnedastartledlookuponhiscompanion."I’llbetthistinplatedscrewballistalkingabouttheEnergyConverteritself."
"Isthatright,Cutie?"grinnedPowell.
"IamtalkingabouttheMaster,"camethecold,sharpanswer.
ItwasthesignalforaroaroflaughterfromDonovan,andPowellhimselfdissolvedintoahalf-suppressedgiggle.
CutiehadrisentohisfeetandhisgleamingeyespassedfromoneEarthmantotheother."ItissojustthesameandIdon’twonderthatyourefusetobelieve.Youtwoarenotlongtostayhere,I’msure.PowellhimselfsaidthatatfirstonlymenservedtheMaster;thattherefollowedrobotsfortheroutinework;and,finally,myselffortheexecutivelabor.Thefactsarenodoubttrue,buttheexplanationentirelyillogical.Doyouwantthetruthbehinditall?"
"Goahead,Cutie.You’reamusing."
"TheMastercreatedhumansfirstasthelowesttype,mosteasilyformed.Gradually,hereplacedthembyrobots,thenexthigherstep,andfinallyhecreatedme;totaketheplaceofthelasthumans.Fromnowon,IservetheMaster."
