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He
handled
it
gingerly
,
for
it
was
the
most
complicated
mechanism
ever
created
by
man
.
Inside
the
thin
platinumplated
"
skin
"
of
the
globe
was
a
positronic
brain
,
in
whose
delicately
unstable
structure
were
enforced
calculated
neuronic
paths
,
which
imbued
each
robot
with
what
amounted
to
a
pre-natal
education
.
It
fitted
snugly
into
the
cavity
in
the
skull
of
the
robot
on
the
table
.
Blue
metal
closed
over
it
and
was
welded
tightly
by
the
tiny
atomic
flare
.
Photoelectric
eyes
were
attached
carefully
,
screwed
tightly
into
place
and
covered
by
thin
,
transparent
sheets
of
steel-hard
plastic
.
The
robot
awaited
only
the
vitalizing
flash
of
high-voltage
electricity
,
and
Powell
paused
with
his
hand
on
the
switch
.
"
Now
watch
this
,
Cutie
.
Watch
this
carefully
.
"
The
switch
rammed
home
and
there
was
a
crackling
hum
.
The
two
Earthmen
bent
anxiously
over
their
creation
.
There
was
vague
motion
only
at
the
outset
--
a
twitching
of
the
joints
.
The
bead
lifted
,
elbows
propped
it
up
,
and
the
MC
model
swung
clumsily
off
the
table
.
Its
footing
was
unsteady
and
twice
abortive
grating
sounds
were
all
it
could
do
in
the
direction
of
speech
.
Finally
,
its
voice
,
uncertain
and
hesitant
,
took
form
.
"
I
would
like
to
start
work
.
Where
must
I
go
?
"
Donovan
sprang
to
the
door
.
"
Down
these
stairs
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
will
be
told
what
to
do
.
"
The
MC
model
was
gone
and
the
two
Earthmen
were
alone
with
the
still
unmoving
Cutie
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Powell
,
grinning
,
"
now
do
you
believe
that
we
made
you
?
"
