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"
Cut
it
.
What
are
you
going
to
do
?
"
"
I
'm
going
out
there
now
and
see
what
Rule
1
will
do
.
If
it
wo
n't
break
the
balance
,
then
what
the
devil
--
it
's
either
now
or
three-four
days
from
now
.
"
"
Hold
on
,
Greg
.
There
are
human
rules
of
behavior
,
too
.
You
do
n't
go
out
there
just
like
that
.
Figure
out
a
lottery
,
and
give
me
my
chance
.
"
"
All
right
.
First
to
get
the
cube
of
fourteen
goes
.
"
And
almost
immediately
,
"
Twenty-seven
forty-four
!
"
Donovan
felt
his
robot
stagger
at
a
sudden
push
by
Powell
's
mount
and
then
Powell
was
off
into
the
sunlight
.
Donovan
opened
his
mouth
to
shout
,
and
then
clicked
it
shut
.
Of
course
,
the
damn
fool
had
worked
out
the
cube
of
fourteen
in
advance
,
and
on
purpose
.
Just
like
him
.
The
sun
was
hotter
than
ever
and
Powell
felt
a
maddening
itch
in
the
small
of
his
back
.
Imagination
,
probably
,
or
perhaps
hard
radiation
beginning
to
tell
even
through
the
insosuit
.
Speedy
was
watching
him
,
without
a
word
of
Gilbert
and
Sullivan
gibberish
as
greeting
.
Thank
God
for
that
!
But
he
dare
n't
get
too
close
.
He
was
three
hundred
yards
away
when
Speedy
began
backing
,
a
step
at
a
time
,
cautiously
--
and
Powell
stopped
.
He
jumped
from
his
robot
's
shoulders
and
landed
on
the
crystalline
ground
with
a
light
thump
and
a
flying
of
jagged
fragments
.
He
proceeded
on
foot
,
the
ground
gritty
and
slippery
to
his
steps
,
the
low
gravity
causing
him
difficulty
.
The
soles
of
his
feet
tickled
with
warmth
.
He
cast
one
glance
over
his
shoulder
at
the
blackness
of
the
cliff
's
shadow
and
realized
that
he
had
come
too
far
to
return
--
either
by
himself
or
by
the
help
of
his
antique
robot
.
It
was
Speedy
or
nothing
now
,
and
the
knowledge
of
that
constricted
his
chest
.
Far
enough
!
He
stopped
.
