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Dr.
Calvin
smiled
mildly
,
"
Well
,
you
're
right
,
but
not
just
yet
.
This
is
going
to
be
a
question
.
It
will
be
so
complicated
we
're
going
to
give
it
to
you
in
writing
.
But
not
just
yet
.
I
think
I
'll
talk
to
you
first
.
"
"
All
right
.
I
do
n't
mind
talking
.
"
"
Now
,
Brain
,
in
a
little
while
,
Dr.
Lanning
and
Dr.
Bogert
will
be
here
with
this
complicated
question
.
We
'll
give
it
to
you
a
very
little
at
a
time
and
very
slowly
,
because
we
want
you
to
be
careful
.
We
're
going
to
ask
you
to
build
something
,
if
you
can
,
out
of
the
information
,
but
I
'm
going
to
warn
you
now
that
the
solution
might
involve
...
uh
...
damage
to
human
beings
.
"
"
Gosh
!
"
The
exclamation
was
hushed
,
drawn-out
.
"
Now
you
watch
for
that
.
When
we
come
to
a
sheet
which
means
damage
,
even
maybe
death
,
do
n't
get
excited
.
You
see
,
Brain
,
in
this
case
,
we
do
n't
mind
--
not
even
about
death
;
we
do
n't
mind
at
all
.
So
when
you
come
to
that
sheet
,
just
stop
,
give
it
back
--
and
that
'll
be
all
.
You
understand
?
"
"
Oh
,
sure
.
By
golly
,
the
death
of
humans
!
Oh
,
my
!
"
"
Now
,
Brain
,
I
hear
Dr.
Lanning
and
Dr.
Bogert
coming
.
They
'll
tell
you
what
the
problem
is
all
about
and
then
we
'll
start
.
Be
a
good
boy
,
now
-
"
Slowly
the
sheets
were
fed
in
.
After
each
one
came
the
interval
of
the
queerly
whispery
chuckling
noise
that
was
The
Brain
in
action
.
Then
the
silence
that
meant
readiness
for
another
sheet
.
It
was
a
matter
of
hours
--
during
which
the
equivalent
of
something
like
seventeen
fat
volumes
of
mathematical
physics
were
fed
into
The
Brain
.
As
the
process
went
on
,
frowns
appeared
and
deepened
.
Lanning
muttered
ferociously
under
his
breath
.
Bogert
first
gazed
speculatively
at
his
fingernails
,
and
then
bit
at
them
in
abstracted
fashion
.
It
was
when
the
last
of
the
thick
pile
of
sheets
disappeared
that
Calvin
,
white-faced
,
said
:
