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           "Montag...?" 

           "Itdoesn’tlikeme,"saidMontag. 

           "What,theHound?"TheCaptainstudiedhiscards. 

           "Comeoffit.Itdoesn’tlikeordislike.Itjust‘functions.’It’slikealessoninballistics. Ithasatrajectorywedecideforit.Itfollowsthrough.Ittargetsitself,homesitself,andcutsoff. It’sonlycopperwire,storagebatteries,andelectricity." 

           Montagswallowed. "Itscalculatorscanbesettoanycombination,somanyaminoacids,somuchsulphur,somuchbutterfatandalkaline.Right?" 

           "Weallknowthat." 

           "Allofthosechemicalbalancesandpercentagesonallofushereinthehousearerecordedinthemasterfiledownstairs. ItwouldbeeasyforsomeonetosetupapartialcombinationontheHound’s‘memory,’atouchofaminoacids,perhaps. Thatwouldaccountforwhattheanimaldidjustnow.Reactedtowardme." 

           "Hell,"saidtheCaptain. 

           "Irritated,butnotcompletelyangry. Justenough‘memory’setupinitbysomeonesoitgrowledwhenItouchedit." 

           "Whowoulddoathinglikethat?"askedtheCaptain."Youhaven’tanyenemieshere,Guy." 

           "NonethatIknowof."