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Hours
passed
.
The
Earthmen
watched
in
hypnotized
silence
.
And
then
the
darting
dotlets
of
light
dimmed
and
went
out
.
The
storm
had
ended
.
Powell
's
voice
was
flat
.
"
It
's
over
!
"
Donovan
had
fallen
into
a
troubled
slumber
and
Powell
's
weary
eyes
rested
upon
him
enviously
.
The
signal-flash
glared
over
and
over
again
,
but
the
Earthman
paid
no
attention
.
It
all
was
unimportant
!
All
!
Perhaps
Cutie
was
right
--
and
he
was
only
an
inferior
being
with
a
made-to-order
memory
and
a
life
that
had
outlived
its
purpose
.
He
wished
he
were
!
Cutie
was
standing
before
him
.
"
You
did
n't
answer
the
flash
,
so
I
walked
in
.
"
His
voice
was
low
.
"
You
do
n't
look
at
all
well
,
and
I
'm
afraid
your
term
of
existence
is
drawing
to
an
end
.
Still
,
would
you
like
to
see
some
of
the
readings
recorded
today
?
"
Dimly
,
Powell
was
aware
that
the
robot
was
making
a
friendly
gesture
,
perhaps
to
quiet
some
lingering
remorse
in
forcibly
replacing
the
humans
at
the
controls
of
the
station
.
He
accepted
the
sheets
held
out
to
him
and
gazed
at
them
unseeingly
.
Cutie
seemed
pleased
.
"
Of
course
,
it
is
a
great
privilege
to
serve
the
Master
.
You
must
n't
feel
too
badly
about
my
having
replaced
you
.
"
Powell
grunted
and
shifted
from
one
sheet
to
the
other
mechanically
until
his
blurred
sight
focused
upon
a
thin
red
line
that
wobbled
its
way
across
the
ruled
paper
.
He
stared-and
stared
again
.
He
gripped
it
hard
in
both
fists
and
rose
to
his
feet
,
still
staring
.
The
other
sheets
dropped
to
the
floor
,
unheeded
.
"
Mike
,
Mike
!
"
He
was
shaking
the
other
madly
.
"
He
held
It
steady
!
"
