Я, Робот
Reason
ThedooropenedashespokeandDonovan,withasmotheredcurse,clickedthevisorto,andturnedasulkybackuponCutie.
Therobotapproachedsoftlyandtherewassorrowinhisvoice."Youaregoing?"
Powellnoddedcurtly."Therewillbeothersinourplace."
Cutiesighed,withthesoundofwindhummingthroughcloselyspacedwires."Yourtermofserviceisoverandthetimeofdissolutionhascome.Iexpectedit,but-Well,theMaster’swillbedone!"
HistoneofresignationstungPowell."Savethesympathy,Cube.We’reheadingforEarth,notdissolution."
"Itisbestthatyouthinkso,"Cutiesighedagain."Iseethewisdomoftheillusionnow.Iwouldnotattempttoshakeyourfaith,evenifIcould."Hedeparted–thepictureofcommiseration.
PowellsnarledandmotionedtoDonovan.Sealedsuitcasesinhand,theyheadedfortheairlock.
ThereliefshipwasontheouterlandingandFranzMuller,hisreliefman,greetedthemwithstiffcourtesy.DonovanmadescantacknowledgmentandpassedintothepilotroomtotakeoverthecontrolsfromSamEvans.
Powelllingered."How’sEarth?"
ItwasaconventionalenoughquestionandMullergavetheconventionalanswer,"Stillspinning."
Powellsaid,"Good."
