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"
Say
!
"
Donovan
laughed
suddenly
.
"
Why
argue
?
Let
's
show
him
!
Let
's
build
us
another
robot
right
before
his
eyes
.
He
'll
have
to
eat
his
words
then
.
"
A
slowly
widening
smile
appeared
on
Powell
's
face
.
Donovan
continued
,
"
And
think
of
that
screwball
's
face
when
he
sees
us
do
it
?
"
Robots
are
,
of
course
,
manufactured
on
Earth
,
but
their
shipment
through
apace
is
much
simpler
if
it
can
be
done
in
parts
to
be
put
together
at
their
place
of
use
.
It
also
,
incidentally
,
eliminates
the
possibility
of
robots
,
in
complete
adjustment
,
wandering
off
while
still
on
Earth
and
thus
bringing
U.
S.
Robots
face
to
face
with
the
strict
laws
against
robots
on
Earth
.
Still
,
it
placed
upon
men
such
as
Powell
and
Donovan
the
necessity
of
synthesis
of
complete
robots
,
--
a
grievous
and
complicated
task
.
Powell
and
Donovan
were
never
so
aware
of
that
fact
as
upon
that
particular
day
when
,
in
the
assembly
room
,
they
undertook
to
create
a
robot
under
the
watchful
eyes
of
QT
1
,
Prophet
of
the
Master
.
The
robot
in
question
,
a
simple
MC
model
,
lay
upon
the
table
,
almost
complete
.
Three
hours
'
work
left
only
the
bead
undone
,
and
Powell
paused
to
swab
his
forehead
and
glanced
uncertainly
at
Cutie
.
The
glance
was
not
a
reassuring
one
.
For
three
hours
,
Cutie
had
sat
,
speechless
and
motionless
,
and
his
face
,
inexpressive
at
all
times
,
was
now
absolutely
unreadable
.
Powell
groaned
.
"
Let
's
get
the
brain
in
now
,
Mike
!
"
Donovan
uncapped
the
tightly
sealed
container
and
from
the
oil
bath
within
he
withdrew
a
second
cube
.
Opening
this
in
turn
,
he
removed
a
globe
from
its
sponge-rubber
casing
.
