Я, Робот
Catch That Rabbit
Donovanhadenjoyedanone-too-nutritiousdietoffingernailandtherobotsaid,"Howdoesitlook,boss?"
Powellsaid,"I’vegottothinkitover,Dave.Snapjudgmentswon’thelpmuch.SupposeyougobacktotheC-shift.Takeiteasy.Don’tpresstoohardforquotajustforawhile–andwe’llfixthingsup."
Therobotleft.DonovanlookedatPowell.
"Well-"
Powellseemeddeterminedtopushuphismustachebytheroots.Hesaid,"Thereisnothingwrongwiththecurrentsofhispositronicbrain."
"I’dhatetobethatcertain."
"Oh,Jupiter,Mike!Thebrainisthesurestpartofarobot.It’squintuple-checkedbackonEarth.Iftheypassthefieldtestperfectly,thewayDavedid,therejustisn’tachanceofbrainmisfunction.Thattestcoveredeverykeypathinthebrain."
"Sowherearewe?"
"Don’trushme.Letmeworkthisout.There’sstillthepossibilityofamechanicalbreakdowninthebody.Thatleavesaboutfifteenhundredcondensers,twentythousandindividualelectriccircuits,fivehundredvacuumcells,athousandrelays,andupty-umpthousandotherindividualpiecesofcomplexitythatcanbewrong.Andthesemysteriouspositron
isfieldsnooneknowsanythingabout."
"Listen,Greg,"Donovangrewdesperatelyurgent."I’vegotanidea.Thatrobotmaybelying.Henever-"
"Robotscan’tknowinglylie,youfool.
