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"
Impossible
!
"
"
You
would
have
to
prove
that
to
the
government
and
the
public
,
so
why
not
prove
it
to
me
now
.
"
"
But
what
could
our
purpose
be
?
"
demanded
Lanning
in
exasperation
.
"
Where
is
our
motivation
?
Credit
us
with
a
minimum
of
sense
.
"
"
My
dear
sir
,
please
.
The
Corporation
would
be
only
too
glad
to
have
the
various
Regions
permit
the
use
of
humanoid
positronic
robots
on
inhabited
worlds
.
The
profits
would
be
enormous
.
But
the
prejudice
of
the
public
against
such
a
practice
is
too
great
.
Suppose
you
get
them
used
to
such
robots
first
--
see
,
we
have
a
skillful
lawyer
,
a
good
mayor
,
and
he
is
a
robot
.
Wo
n't
you
buy
our
robot
butlers
?
"
"
Thoroughly
fantastic
.
An
almost
humorous
descent
to
the
ridiculous
.
"
"
I
imagine
so
.
Why
not
prove
it
?
Or
would
you
still
rather
try
to
prove
it
to
the
public
?
"
The
light
in
the
office
was
dimming
,
but
it
was
not
yet
too
dim
to
obscure
the
flush
of
frustration
on
Alfred
Lanning
's
face
.
Slowly
,
the
roboticist
's
finger
touched
a
knob
and
the
wall
illuminators
glowed
to
gentle
life
.
"
Well
,
then
,
"
he
growled
,
"
let
us
see
.
"
The
face
of
Stephen
Byerley
is
not
an
easy
one
to
describe
.
He
was
forty
by
birth
certificate
and
forty
by
appearance
--
but
it
was
a
healthy
,
well-nourished
good-natured
appearance
of
forty
;
one
that
automatically
drew
the
teeth
of
the
bromide
about
"
looking
one
's
age
.
"
This
was
particularly
true
when
he
laughed
,
and
he
was
laughing
now
.
It
came
loudly
and
continuously
,
died
away
for
a
bit
,
then
began
again
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