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Mrs.
Weston
went
out
of
her
way
to
keep
Gloria
away
from
all
robots
.
And
the
matter
was
finally
climaxed
in
the
episode
at
the
Museum
of
Science
and
Industry
.
The
Museum
had
announced
a
special
"
children
's
program
"
in
which
exhibits
of
scientific
witchery
scaled
down
to
the
child
mind
were
to
be
shown
.
The
Westons
,
of
course
,
placed
it
upon
their
list
of
"
absolutely
.
"
It
was
while
the
Westons
were
standing
totally
absorbed
in
the
exploits
of
a
powerful
electro-magnet
that
Mrs.
Weston
suddenly
became
aware
of
the
fact
that
Gloria
was
no
longer
with
her
.
Initial
panic
gave
way
to
calm
decision
and
,
enlisting
the
aid
of
three
attendants
,
a
careful
search
was
begun
.
Gloria
,
of
course
,
was
not
one
to
wander
aimlessly
,
however
.
For
her
age
,
she
was
an
unusually
determined
and
purposeful
girl
,
quite
full
of
the
maternal
genes
in
that
respect
.
She
had
seen
a
huge
sign
on
the
third
floor
,
which
had
said
,
"
This
Way
to
the
Talking
Robot
"
Having
spelled
it
out
to
herself
and
having
noticed
that
her
parents
did
not
seem
to
wish
to
move
in
the
proper
direction
,
she
did
the
obvious
thing
.
Waiting
for
an
opportune
moment
of
parental
distraction
,
she
calmly
disengaged
herself
and
followed
the
sign
.
The
Talking
Robot
was
a
tour
de
force
,
a
thoroughly
impractical
device
,
possessing
publicity
value
only
.
Once
an
hour
,
an
escorted
group
stood
before
it
and
asked
questions
of
the
robot
engineer
in
charge
in
careful
whispers
.
Those
the
engineer
decided
were
suitable
for
the
robot
's
circuits
were
transmitted
to
the
Talking
Robot
.
It
was
rather
dull
.
It
may
be
nice
to
know
that
the
square
of
fourteen
is
one
hundred
ninety-six
,
that
the
temperature
at
the
moment
is
72
degrees
Fahrenheit
,
and
the
air-pressure
30
.
02
inches
of
mercury
,
that
the
atomic
weight
of
sodium
is
23
,
but
one
does
n't
really
need
a
robot
for
that
.
One
especially
does
not
need
an
unwieldy
,
totally
immobile
mass
of
wires
and
coils
spreading
over
twenty-five
square
yards
.
Few
people
bothered
to
return
for
a
second
helping
,
but
one
girl
in
her
middle
teens
sat
quietly
on
a
bench
waiting
for
a
third
.
She
was
the
only
one
in
the
room
when
Gloria
entered
.
Gloria
did
not
look
at
her
.
To
her
at
the
moment
,
another
human
being
was
but
an
inconsiderable
item
.
She
saved
her
attention
for
this
large
thing
with
the
wheels
.
For
a
moment
,
she
hesitated
in
dismay
.
It
did
n't
look
like
any
robot
she
had
ever
seen
.
Cautiously
and
doubtfully
she
raised
her
treble
voice
;
"
Please
,
Mr.
Robot
,
sir
,
are
you
the
Talking
Robot
,
sir
?
"
She
was
n't
sure
,
but
it
seemed
to
her
that
a
robot
that
actually
talked
was
worth
a
great
deal
of
politeness
.
