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"
I
see
.
And
what
does
this
...
teacher
...
know
about
robot
manufacture
?
"
"
I
could
n't
judge
the
extent
of
his
knowledge
in
a
field
with
which
I
am
unacquainted
.
"
"
He
would
n't
have
access
to
positronic
brains
?
"
"
Ask
your
friends
at
U.
S.
Robots
.
They
'd
be
the
ones
to
know
.
"
"
I
'll
put
it
shortly
,
Byerley
.
Your
crippled
teacher
is
the
real
Stephen
Byerley
.
You
are
his
robot
creation
.
We
can
prove
it
.
It
was
he
who
was
in
the
automobile
accident
,
not
you
.
There
will
be
ways
of
checking
the
records
.
"
"
Really
?
Do
so
,
then
.
My
best
wishes
.
"
"
And
we
can
search
your
so-called
teacher
's
'
country
place
,
'
and
see
what
we
can
find
there
.
"
"
Well
,
not
quite
,
Quinn
.
"
Byerley
smiled
broadly
.
"
Unfortunately
for
you
,
my
so-called
teacher
is
a
sick
man
.
His
country
place
is
his
place
of
rest
.
His
Right
of
Privacy
as
a
citizen
of
adult
responsibility
is
naturally
even
stronger
,
under
the
circumstances
.
You
wo
n't
be
able
to
obtain
a
warrant
to
enter
his
grounds
without
showing
just
cause
.
However
,
I
'd
be
the
last
to
prevent
you
from
trying
.
"
There
was
a
pause
of
moderate
length
,
and
then
Quinn
leaned
forward
,
so
that
his
imaged-face
expanded
and
the
fine
lines
on
his
forehead
were
visible
,
"
Byerley
,
why
do
you
carry
on
?
You
ca
n't
be
elected
.
"
