Я, Робот
Reason
Cutiebrokein."Whatiswrong?"
"Youkeptitinfocus,"stutteredPowell."Didyouknowthat?"
"Focus?What’sthat?"
"Youkeptthebeamdirectedsharplyatthereceivingstation–towithinaten-thousandthofamilli-secondofarc."
"Whatreceivingstation?"
"OnEarth.ThereceivingstationonEarth,"babbledPowell."Youkeptitinfocus."
Cutieturnedonhisheelinannoyance."Itisimpossibletoperformanyactofkindnesstowardyoutwo.Alwaysthesamephantasm!ImerelykeptalldialsatequilibriuminaccordancewiththewilloftheMaster."
Gatheringthescatteredpaperstogether,hewithdrewstiffly,andDonovansaid,asheleft,"Well,I’llbedamned."
HeturnedtoPowell."Whatarewegoingtodonow?"
Powellfelttired,butuplifted."Nothing.He’sjustshownhecanrunthestationperfectly.I’veneverseenanelectronstormhandledsowell."
"Butnothing’ssolved.YouheardwhathesaidoftheMaster.Wecan’t"
"Look,Mike,hefollowstheinstructionsoftheMasterbymeansofdials,instruments,andgraphs.That’sallweeverfollowed.Asamatteroffact,itaccountsforhisrefusaltoobeyus.ObedienceistheSecondLaw.Noharmtohumansisthefirst.Howcanhekeephumansfromharm,whetherheknowsitornot?
