Я, Робот
Reason
Slowly,therobotobeyed.HisphotoelectriceyesfocusedreproachfullyupontheEarthman.
"ThereisnoMasterbuttheMaster,"hesaid,"andQT-1ishisprophet."
"Huh?"Donovanbecameawareoftwentypairsofmechanicaleyesfixeduponhimandtwentystiff-timbredvoicesdeclaimingsolemnly:
"ThereisnoMasterbuttheMasterandQT-1ishisprophet!"
"I’mafraid,"putinCutiehimselfatthispoint,"thatmyfriendsobeyahigheronethanyou,now."
"Thehelltheydo!Yougetoutofhere.I’llsettlewithyoulaterandwiththeseanimatedgadgetsrightnow."
Cutieshookhisheavyheadslowly."I’msorry,butyoudon’tunderstand.Thesearerobots–andthatmeanstheyarereasoningbeings.TheyrecognizetheMaster,nowthatIhavepreachedTruthtothem.Alltherobotsdo.Theycallmetheprophet."Hisheaddrooped."Iamunworthy–butperhaps-"
Donovanlocatedhisbreathandputittouse."Isthatso?Now,isn’tthatnice?Now,isn’tthatjustfine?Justletmetellyousomething,mybrassbaboon.Thereisn’tanyMasterandthereisn’tanyprophetandthereisn’tanyquestionastowho’sgivingtheorders.Understand?"Hisvoiceshottoaroar."Now,getout!"
"IobeyonlytheMaster."
"DamntheMaster!"DonovanspatattheL-tube."ThatfortheMaster!DoasIsay!"
