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Cutie
had
risen
to
his
feet
and
his
gleaming
eyes
passed
from
one
Earthman
to
the
other
.
"
It
is
so
just
the
same
and
I
do
n't
wonder
that
you
refuse
to
believe
.
You
two
are
not
long
to
stay
here
,
I
'm
sure
.
Powell
himself
said
that
at
first
only
men
served
the
Master
;
that
there
followed
robots
for
the
routine
work
;
and
,
finally
,
myself
for
the
executive
labor
.
The
facts
are
no
doubt
true
,
but
the
explanation
entirely
illogical
.
Do
you
want
the
truth
behind
it
all
?
"
"
Go
ahead
,
Cutie
.
You
're
amusing
.
"
"
The
Master
created
humans
first
as
the
lowest
type
,
most
easily
formed
.
Gradually
,
he
replaced
them
by
robots
,
the
next
higher
step
,
and
finally
he
created
me
;
to
take
the
place
of
the
last
humans
.
From
now
on
,
I
serve
the
Master
.
"
"
You
'll
do
nothing
of
the
sort
,
"
said
Powell
sharply
.
"
You
'll
follow
our
orders
and
keep
quiet
,
until
we
're
satisfied
that
you
can
run
the
Converter
.
Get
that
!
The
Converter
--
not
the
Master
.
If
you
do
n't
satisfy
us
,
you
will
be
dismantled
.
And
now
-
if
you
do
n't
mind
-
you
can
leave
.
And
take
this
data
with
you
and
file
it
properly
.
"
Cutie
accepted
the
graphs
handed
him
and
left
without
another
word
.
Donovan
leaned
back
heavily
in
his
chair
and
shoved
thick
fingers
through
his
hair
.
"
There
's
going
to
be
trouble
with
that
robot
.
He
's
pure
nuts
!
"
The
drowsy
hum
of
the
Converter
is
louder
in
the
control
room
and
mixed
with
it
is
the
chuckle
of
the
Geiger
Counters
and
the
erratic
buzzing
of
half
a
dozen
little
signal
lights
.
Donovan
withdrew
his
eye
from
the
telescope
and
flashed
the
Luxites
on
.
"
The
beam
from
Station
#
4
caught
Mars
on
schedule
.
We
can
break
ours
now
.
"
Powell
nodded
abstractedly
.
"
Cutie
's
down
in
the
engine
room
.
I
'll
flash
the
signal
and
he
can
take
care
of
it
.
Look
,
Mike
,
what
do
you
think
of
these
figures
?
"
The
other
cocked
an
eye
at
them
and
whistled
.
"
Boy
,
that
's
what
I
call
gamma-ray
intensity
.
Old
Sol
is
feeling
his
oats
,
all
right
.
"
