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His
hand
went
up
and
the
metal
visi-lid
snapped
back
into
place
.
Powell
returned
to
the
table
and
polished
an
apple
upon
his
sleeve
before
biting
into
it
.
The
red
glow
of
the
robot
's
eyes
held
him
.
"
Do
you
expect
me
,
"
said
Cutie
slowly
,
"
to
believe
any
such
complicated
,
implausible
hypothesis
as
you
have
just
outlined
?
What
do
you
take
me
for
?
"
Powell
sputtered
apple
fragments
onto
the
table
and
turned
red
.
"
Why
damn
you
,
it
was
n't
a
hypothesis
.
Those
were
facts
"
Cutie
sounded
grim
,
"
Globes
of
energy
millions
of
miles
across
!
Worlds
with
three
billion
humans
on
them
!
Infinite
emptiness
!
Sorry
,
Powell
,
but
I
do
n't
believe
it
.
I
'll
puzzle
this
thing
out
for
myself
.
Good-by
.
"
He
turned
and
stalked
out
of
the
room
.
He
brushed
past
Michael
Donovan
on
the
threshold
with
a
grave
nod
and
passed
down
the
corridor
,
oblivious
to
the
astounded
stare
that
followed
him
.
Mike
Donovan
rumpled
his
red
hair
and
shot
an
annoyed
glance
at
Powell
,
"
What
was
that
walking
junk
yard
talking
about
?
What
does
n't
he
believe
?
"
The
other
dragged
at
his
mustache
bitterly
.
"
He
's
a
skeptic
,
"
was
the
bitter
response
.
"
He
does
n't
believe
we
made
him
or
that
Earth
exists
or
space
or
stars
.
"
"
Sizzling
Saturn
,
we
've
got
a
lunatic
robot
on
our
hands
.
"
"
He
says
he
's
going
to
figure
it
ail
out
for
himself
.
"
"
Well
,
now
,
"
said
Donovan
sweetly
,
"
I
do
hope
he
'll
condescend
to
explain
it
all
to
me
after
he
's
puzzled
everything
out
"
Then
,
with
sudden
rage
,
"
Listen
!
If
that
metal
mess
gives
me
any
lip
like
that
,
I
'll
knock
that
chromium
cranium
right
off
its
torso
.
"
