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The

insosuit

was

far

bulkier

and

far

uglier

than

the

regulation

spacesuit

;

but

withal

considerably

lighter

,

due

to

the

fact

that

they

were

entirely

nonmetallic

in

composition

.

Composed

of

heat-resistant

plastic

and

chemically

treated

cork

layers

,

and

equipped

with

a

desiccating

unit

to

keep

the

air

bone-dry

,

the

insosuits

could

withstand

the

full

glare

of

Mercury

's

sun

for

twenty

minutes

.

Five

to

ten

minutes

more

,

as

well

,

without

actually

killing

the

occupant

.

And

still

the

robot

's

hands

formed

the

stirrup

,

nor

did

he

betray

the

slightest

atom

of

surprise

at

the

grotesque

figure

into

which

Powell

had

been

converted

.

Powell

's

radio-harshened

voice

boomed

out

:

"

Are

you

ready

to

take

us

to

Exit

13a

?

"

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Yes

,

Master

.

"

Good

,

thought

Powell

;

they

might

lack

radio

control

but

at

least

they

were

fitted

for

radio

reception

.

"

Mount

one

or

the

other

,

Mike

,

"

he

said

to

Donovan

.

He

placed

a

foot

in

the

improvised

stirrup

and

swung

upward

.

He

found

the

seat

comfortable

;

there

was

the

humped

back

of

the

robot

,

evidently

shaped

for

the

purpose

,

a

shallow

groove

along

each

shoulder

for

the

thighs

and

two

elongated

"

ears

"

whose

purpose

now

seemed

obvious

.

Powell

seized

the

ears

and

twisted

the

head

.

His

mount

turned

ponderously

.

"

Lead

on

,

Macduff

.

"

But

he

did

not

feel

at

all

lighthearted

.

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The

gigantic

robots

moved

slowly

,

with

mechanical

precision

,

through

the

doorway

that

cleared

their

heads

by

a

scant

foot

,

so

that

the

two

men

had

to

duck

hurriedly

,

along

a

narrow

corridor

in

which

their

unhurried

footsteps

boomed

monotonously

and

into

the

,

air

lock

.

The

long

,

airless

tunnel

that

stretched

to

a

pinpoint

before

them

brought

home

forcefully

to

Powell

the

exact

magnitude

of

the

task

accomplished

by

the

First

Expedition

,

with

their

crude

robots

and

their

start-from-scratch

necessities

.

They

might

have

been

a

failure

,

but

their

failure

was

a

good

deal

better

than

the

usual

run

of

the

System

's

successes

.

The

robots

plodded

onward

with

a

pace

that

never

varied

and

with

footsteps

that

never

lengthened

.

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