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"
Damn
the
Master
!
"
Donovan
spat
at
the
L-tube
.
"
That
for
the
Master
!
Do
as
I
say
!
"
Cutie
said
nothing
,
nor
did
any
other
robot
,
but
Donovan
became
aware
of
a
sudden
heightening
of
tension
.
The
cold
,
staring
eyes
deepened
their
crimson
,
and
Cutie
seemed
stiffer
than
ever
.
"
Sacrilege
,
"
he
whispered
--
voice
metallic
with
emotion
.
Donovan
felt
the
first
sudden
touch
of
fear
as
Cutie
approached
.
A
robot
could
not
feel
anger
--
but
Cutie
's
eyes
were
unreadable
.
"
I
am
sorry
,
Donovan
,
"
said
the
robot
,
"
but
you
can
no
longer
stay
here
after
this
.
Henceforth
Powell
and
you
are
barred
from
the
control
room
and
the
engine
room
.
"
His
hand
gestured
quietly
and
in
a
moment
two
robots
had
pinned
Donovan
's
arms
to
his
sides
.
Donovan
had
time
for
one
startled
gasp
as
he
felt
himself
lifted
from
the
floor
and
carried
up
the
stairs
at
a
pace
rather
better
than
a
canter
.
Gregory
Powell
raced
up
and
down
the
officer
's
room
,
fist
tightly
balled
.
He
cast
a
look
of
furious
frustration
at
the
closed
door
and
scowled
bitterly
at
Donovan
.
"
Why
the
devil
did
you
have
to
spit
at
the
L-tube
?
"
Mike
Donovan
,
sunk
deep
in
his
chair
,
slammed
at
its
arms
savagely
.
"
What
did
you
expect
me
to
do
with
that
electrified
scarecrow
?
I
'm
not
going
to
knuckle
under
to
any
do-jigger
I
put
together
myself
.
"
