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           "Well,"saidPowell,grinning,"nowdoyoubelievethatwemadeyou?"

           Cutie’sanswerwascurtandfinal."No!"hesaid.

           Powell’sgrinfrozeandthenrelaxedslowly.Donovan’smouthdroppedopenandremainedso.

           "Yousee,"continuedCutie,easily,"youhavemerelyputtogetherpartsalreadymade.Youdidremarkablywell-instinct,Isuppose-butyoudidn’treallycreatetherobot.ThepartswerecreatedbytheMaster."

           "Listen,"gaspedDonovanhoarsely,"thosepartsweremanufacturedbackonEarthandsenthere."

           "Well,well,"repliedCutiesoothingly,"wewon’targue."

           "No,Imeanit."TheEarthmansprangforwardandgraspedtherobot’smetalarm."Ifyouweretoreadthebooksinthelibrary,theycouldexplainitsothattherecouldbenopossibledoubt."

           "Thebooks?I’vereadthem–allofthem!They’remostingenious."

           Powellbrokeinsuddenly."Ifyou’vereadthem,whatelseistheretosay?Youcan’tdisputetheirevidence.Youjustcan’t!"

           TherewaspityinCutie’svoice."Please,Powell,Icertainlydon’tconsiderthemavalidsourceofinformation.They,too,werecreatedbytheMaster–andweremeantforyou,notforme."

           "Howdoyoumakethatout?"demandedPowell.

           "BecauseI,areasoningbeing,amcapableofdeducingTruthfromaprioriCauses.You,beingintelligent,butunreasoning,needanexplanationofexistencesuppliedtoyou,andthistheMasterdid.