Я, Робот
Reason
"You’lldonothingofthesort,"saidPowellsharply."You’llfollowourordersandkeepquiet,untilwe’resatisfiedthatyoucanruntheConverter.Getthat!TheConverter–nottheMaster.Ifyoudon’tsatisfyus,youwillbedismantled.Andnow-ifyoudon’tmind-youcanleave.Andtakethisdatawithyouandfileitproperly."
Cutieacceptedthegraphshandedhimandleftwithoutanotherword.Donovanleanedbackheavilyinhischairandshovedthickfingersthroughhishair.
"There’sgoingtobetroublewiththatrobot.He’spurenuts!"
ThedrowsyhumoftheConverterislouderinthecontrolroomandmixedwithitisthechuckleoftheGeigerCountersandtheerraticbuzzingofhalfadozenlittlesignallights.
DonovanwithdrewhiseyefromthetelescopeandflashedtheLuxiteson."ThebeamfromStation#4caughtMarsonschedule.Wecanbreakoursnow."
Powellnoddedabstractedly."Cutie’sdownintheengineroom.I’llflashthesignalandhecantakecareofit.Look,Mike,whatdoyouthinkofthesefigures?"
Theothercockedaneyeatthemandwhistled."Boy,that’swhatIcallgamma-rayintensity.OldSolisfeelinghisoats,allright."
"Yeah,"wasthesourresponse,"andwe’reinabadpositionforanelectronstorm,too.OurEarthbeamisrightintheprobablepath."Heshovedhischairawayfromthetablepettishly."Nuts!Ifitwouldonlyholdofftillreliefgothere,butthat’stendaysoff.Say,Mike,goondownandkeepaneyeonCutie,willyou?"
