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He
seated
himself
with
a
jerk
and
drew
a
paper-backed
mystery
novel
out
of
his
inner
jacket
pocket
,
"
That
robot
gives
me
the
willies
anyway
--
too
damned
inquisitive
!
"
Mike
Donovan
growled
from
behind
a
huge
lettuce-and-tomato
sandwich
as
Cutie
knocked
gently
and
entered
.
"
Is
Powell
here
?
"
Donovan
's
voice
was
muffled
,
with
pauses
for
mastication
,
"
He
's
gathering
data
on
electronic
stream
functions
.
We
're
heading
for
a
storm
,
looks
like
.
"
Gregory
Powell
entered
as
he
spoke
,
eyes
on
the
graphed
paper
in
his
hands
,
and
dropped
into
a
chair
.
He
spread
the
sheets
out
before
him
and
began
scribbling
calculations
.
Donovan
stared
over
his
shoulder
,
crunching
lettuce
and
dribbling
bread
crumbs
.
Cutie
waited
silently
.
Powell
looked
up
,
"
The
Zeta
Potential
is
rising
,
but
slowly
.
Just
the
same
,
the
stream
functions
are
erratic
and
I
do
n't
know
what
to
expect
.
Oh
,
hello
,
Cutie
.
I
thought
you
were
supervising
the
installation
of
the
new
drive
bar
.
"
"
It
's
done
,
"
said
the
robot
quietly
,
"
and
so
I
've
come
to
have
a
talk
with
the
two
of
you
"
"
Oh
!
"
Powell
looked
uncomfortable
.
"
Well
,
sit
down
.
No
,
not
that
chair
.
One
of
the
legs
is
weak
and
you
're
no
lightweight
.
"
The
robot
did
so
and
said
placidly
,
"
I
have
come
to
a
decision
.
"
Donovan
glowered
and
put
the
remnants
of
his
sandwich
aside
.
"
If
it
's
on
any
of
that
screwy
-
"
