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Cutie
laughed
.
It
was
a
very
inhuman
laugh
--
the
most
machine-like
utterance
he
had
yet
given
vent
to
.
It
was
sharp
and
explosive
,
as
regular
as
a
metronome
and
as
uninflected
.
"
Look
at
you
,
"
he
said
finally
.
"
I
say
this
in
no
spirit
of
contempt
,
but
look
at
you
!
The
material
you
are
made
of
is
soft
and
flabby
,
lacking
endurance
and
strength
,
depending
for
energy
upon
the
inefficient
oxidation
of
organic
material
--
like
that
.
"
He
pointed
a
disapproving
finger
at
what
remained
of
Donovan
's
sandwich
.
"
Periodically
you
pass
into
a
coma
and
the
least
variation
in
temperature
,
air
pressure
,
humidity
,
or
radiation
intensity
impairs
your
efficiency
.
You
are
makeshift
.
"
I
,
on
the
other
hand
,
am
a
finished
product
.
I
absorb
electrical
energy
directly
and
utilize
it
with
an
almost
one
hundred
percent
efficiency
.
I
am
composed
of
strong
metal
,
am
continuously
conscious
,
and
can
stand
extremes
of
environment
easily
.
These
are
facts
which
,
with
the
self-evident
proposition
that
no
being
can
create
another
being
superior
to
itself
,
smashes
your
silly
hypothesis
to
nothing
.
"
Donovan
's
muttered
curses
rose
into
intelligibility
as
he
sprang
to
his
feet
,
rusty
eyebrows
drawn
low
.
"
All
right
,
you
son
of
a
hunk
of
iron
ore
,
if
we
did
n't
make
you
,
who
did
?
"
Cutie
nodded
gravely
.
"
Very
good
,
Donovan
.
That
was
indeed
the
next
question
.
Evidently
my
creator
must
be
more
powerful
than
myself
and
so
there
was
only
one
possibility
.
"
The
Earthmen
looked
blank
and
Cutie
continued
,
"
What
is
the
center
of
activities
here
in
the
station
?
What
do
we
all
serve
?
What
absorbs
all
our
attention
?
"
He
waited
expectantly
.
Donovan
turned
a
startled
look
upon
his
companion
.
"
I
'll
bet
this
tinplated
screwball
is
talking
about
the
Energy
Converter
itself
.
"
"
Is
that
right
,
Cutie
?
"
grinned
Powell
.
"
I
am
talking
about
the
Master
,
"
came
the
cold
,
sharp
answer
.
It
was
the
signal
for
a
roar
of
laughter
from
Donovan
,
and
Powell
himself
dissolved
into
a
half-suppressed
giggle
.
