Я, Робот
Reason
"What’stheuseofsayingthat?Theyaren’tobeyingus.Andthere’sprobablysomereasonforitthatwe’llfigureouttoolate.Bytheway,doyouknowwhat’sgoingtohappentouswhenwegetbacktoBase?"HestoppedbeforeDonovan’schairandstaredsavagelyathim.
"What?"
"Oh,nothing!JustbacktoMercuryMinesfortwentyyears.OrmaybeCeresPenitentiary."
"Whatareyoutalkingabout?"
"Theelectronstormthat’scomingup.Doyouknowit’sheadingstraightdeadcenteracrosstheEarthbeam?Ihadjustfiguredthatoutwhenthatrobotdraggedmeoutofmychair."
Donovanwassuddenlypale."SizzlingSaturn."
"Anddoyouknowwhat’sgoingtohappentothebeam–becausethestormwillbealulu.It’sgoingtojumplikeafleawiththeitch.WithonlyCutieatthecontrols,it’sgoingtogooutoffocusandifitdoes,HeavenhelpEarth–andus!"
Donovanwaswrenchingatthedoorwildly,whenPowellwasonlyhalfthrough.Thedooropened,andtheEarthmanshotthroughtocomeuphardagainstanimmovablesteelarm.
Therobotstaredabstractedlyatthepanting,strugglingEarthman."TheProphetordersyoutoremain.Pleasedo!"Hisarmshoved,Donovanreeledbackward,andashedidso,Cutieturnedthecorneratthefarendofthecorridor.Hemotionedtheguardianrobotsaway,enteredtheofficer’sroomandclosedthedoorgently.
