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"
Hmpph
?
"
"
George
,
I
say
!
Will
you
put
down
that
paper
and
look
at
me
?
"
The
paper
rustled
to
the
floor
and
Weston
turned
a
weary
face
toward
his
wife
,
"
What
is
it
,
dear
?
"
"
You
know
what
it
is
,
George
.
It
's
Gloria
and
that
terrible
machine
.
"
"
What
terrible
machine
?
"
"
Now
do
n't
pretend
you
do
n't
know
what
I
'm
talking
about
.
It
's
that
robot
Gloria
calls
Robbie
.
He
does
n't
leave
her
for
a
moment
.
"
"
Well
,
why
should
he
?
He
's
not
supposed
to
.
And
he
certainly
is
n't
a
terrible
machine
.
He
's
the
best
darn
robot
money
can
buy
and
I
'm
damned
sure
he
set
me
back
half
a
year
's
income
.
He
's
worth
it
,
though
--
darn
sight
cleverer
than
half
my
office
staff
.
"
He
made
a
move
to
pick
up
the
paper
again
,
but
his
wife
was
quicker
and
snatched
it
away
.
"
You
listen
to
me
,
George
.
I
wo
n't
have
my
daughter
entrusted
to
a
machine
--
and
I
do
n't
care
how
clever
it
is
.
It
has
no
soul
,
and
no
one
knows
what
it
may
be
thinking
.
A
child
just
is
n't
made
to
be
guarded
by
a
thing
of
metal
.
"
Weston
frowned
,
"
When
did
you
decide
this
?
He
's
been
with
Gloria
two
years
now
and
I
have
n't
seen
you
worry
till
now
.
"
