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"
About
what
?
"
was
the
gloomy
,
uninterested
query
.
"
About
Gloria
.
"
"
You
're
not
going
to
suggest
buying
back
that
robot
?
"
"
No
,
of
course
not
.
"
"
Then
go
ahead
.
I
might
as
well
listen
to
you
.
Nothing
I
've
done
seems
to
have
done
any
good
.
"
"
All
right
.
Here
's
what
I
've
been
thinking
.
The
whole
trouble
with
Gloria
is
that
she
thinks
of
Robbie
as
a
person
and
not
as
a
machine
.
Naturally
,
she
ca
n't
forget
him
.
Now
if
we
managed
to
convince
her
that
Robbie
was
nothing
more
than
a
mess
of
steel
and
copper
in
the
form
of
sheets
and
wires
with
electricity
its
juice
of
life
,
how
long
would
her
longings
last
?
It
's
the
psychological
attack
,
if
you
see
my
point
.
"
"
How
do
you
plan
to
do
it
?
"
"
Simple
.
Where
do
you
suppose
I
went
last
night
?
I
persuaded
Robertson
of
U.
S.
Robots
and
Mechanical
Men
,
Inc.
to
arrange
for
a
complete
tour
of
his
premises
tomorrow
.
The
three
of
us
will
go
,
and
by
the
time
we
're
through
,
Gloria
will
have
it
drilled
into
her
that
a
robot
is
not
alive
.
"
Mrs.
Weston
's
eyes
widened
gradually
and
something
glinted
in
her
eyes
that
was
quite
like
sudden
admiration
,
"
Why
,
George
,
that
's
a
good
idea
.
"
