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The
Fundamentalists
required
no
new
reason
to
detest
robots
and
robot
manufacturers
;
but
a
new
reason
such
as
the
Quinn
accusation
and
the
Calvin
analysis
was
sufficient
to
make
such
detestation
audible
.
The
huge
plants
of
the
U.
S.
Robot
amp
;
Mechanical
Men
Corporation
was
a
hive
that
spawned
armed
guards
.
It
prepared
for
war
.
Within
the
city
the
house
of
Stephen
Byerley
bristled
with
police
.
The
political
campaign
,
of
course
,
lost
all
other
issues
,
and
resembled
a
campaign
only
in
that
it
was
something
filling
the
hiatus
between
nomination
and
election
.
Stephen
Byerley
did
not
allow
the
fussy
little
man
to
distract
him
.
He
remained
comfortably
unperturbed
by
the
uniforms
in
the
background
.
Outside
the
house
,
past
the
line
of
grim
guards
,
reporters
and
photographers
waited
according
to
the
tradition
of
the
caste
.
One
enterprising
'
visor
station
even
had
a
scanner
focused
on
the
blank
entrance
to
the
prosecutor
's
unpretentious
home
,
while
a
synthetically
excited
announcer
filled
in
with
inflated
commentary
.
The
fussy
little
man
advanced
.
He
held
forward
a
rich
,
complicated
sheet
.
"
This
,
Mr.
Byerley
,
is
a
court
order
authorizing
me
to
search
these
premises
for
the
presence
of
illegal
...
uh
...
mechanical
men
or
robots
of
any
description
.
"
Byerley
half
rose
,
and
took
the
paper
.
He
glanced
at
it
indifferently
,
and
smiled
as
he
handed
it
back
.
"
All
in
order
.
Go
ahead
.
Do
your
job
.
Mrs.
Hoppen
"
--
to
his
housekeeper
,
who
appeared
reluctantly
from
the
next
room
--
"
please
go
with
them
,
and
help
out
if
you
can
.
"
The
little
man
,
whose
name
was
Harroway
,
hesitated
,
produced
an
unmistakable
blush
,
failed
completely
to
catch
Byerley
's
eyes
,
and
muttered
,
"
Come
on
,
"
to
the
two
policemen
.
He
was
back
in
ten
minutes
.
