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It
was
Powell
who
broke
the
desperate
silence
.
"
In
the
first
place
,
"
he
said
,
"
Speedy
is
n't
drunk
--
not
in
the
human
sense
--
because
he
's
a
robot
,
and
robots
do
n't
get
drunk
.
However
,
there
's
something
wrong
with
him
which
is
the
robotic
equivalent
of
drunkenness
"
"
To
me
,
he
's
drunk
,
"
stated
Donovan
,
emphatically
,
"
and
all
I
know
is
that
he
thinks
we
're
playing
games
.
And
we
're
not
.
It
's
a
matter
of
life
and
very
gruesome
death
.
"
"
All
right
.
Do
n't
hurry
me
.
A
robot
's
only
a
robot
.
Once
we
find
out
what
's
wrong
with
him
,
we
can
fix
it
and
go
on
.
"
"
Once
,
"
said
Donovan
,
sourly
.
Powell
ignored
him
.
"
Speedy
is
perfectly
adapted
to
normal
Mercurian
environment
.
But
this
region
"
-
and
his
arm
swept
wide
-
"
is
definitely
abnormal
.
There
's
our
clue
.
Now
where
do
these
crystals
come
from
?
They
might
have
formed
from
a
slowly
cooling
liquid
;
but
where
would
you
get
liquid
so
hot
that
it
would
cool
in
Mercury
's
sun
?
"
"
Volcanic
action
,
"
suggested
Donovan
,
instantly
,
and
Powell
's
body
tensed
.
"
Out
of
the
mouths
of
sucklings
,
"
he
said
in
a
small
,
strange
voice
and
remained
very
still
for
five
minutes
.
Then
,
he
said
,
"
Listen
,
Mike
,
what
did
you
say
to
Speedy
when
you
sent
him
after
the
selenium
?
"
Donovan
was
taken
aback
.
"
Well
damn
it
-
I
do
n't
know
.
I
just
told
him
to
get
it
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
know
.
But
how
?
Try
to
remember
the
exact
words
.
"
