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Powell
spread
his
arms
outward
with
a
vague
smile
upon
his
face
and
tumbled
backward
onto
the
bed
.
He
was
asleep
.
Powell
was
speaking
while
struggling
into
his
lightweight
space
jacket
.
"
It
would
be
a
simple
job
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
can
bring
in
new
QT
models
one
by
one
,
equip
them
with
an
automatic
shutoff
switch
to
act
within
the
week
,
so
as
to
allow
them
enough
time
to
learn
the
...
uh
...
cult
of
the
Master
from
the
Prophet
himself
;
then
switch
them
to
another
station
and
revitalize
them
.
We
could
have
two
QT
's
per
-
"
Donovan
unclasped
his
glassite
visor
and
scowled
.
"
Shut
up
,
and
let
's
get
out
of
here
.
Relief
is
waiting
and
I
wo
n't
feel
right
until
I
actually
see
Earth
and
feel
the
ground
under
my
feet
--
just
to
make
sure
it
's
really
there
.
"
The
door
opened
as
he
spoke
and
Donovan
,
with
a
smothered
curse
,
clicked
the
visor
to
,
and
turned
a
sulky
back
upon
Cutie
.
The
robot
approached
softly
and
there
was
sorrow
in
his
voice
.
"
You
are
going
?
"
Powell
nodded
curtly
.
"
There
will
be
others
in
our
place
.
"
Cutie
sighed
,
with
the
sound
of
wind
humming
through
closely
spaced
wires
.
"
Your
term
of
service
is
over
and
the
time
of
dissolution
has
come
.
I
expected
it
,
but
-
Well
,
the
Master
's
will
be
done
!
"
His
tone
of
resignation
stung
Powell
.
"
Save
the
sympathy
,
Cube
.
We
're
heading
for
Earth
,
not
dissolution
.
"
"
It
is
best
that
you
think
so
,
"
Cutie
sighed
again
.
"
I
see
the
wisdom
of
the
illusion
now
.
I
would
not
attempt
to
shake
your
faith
,
even
if
I
could
.
"
He
departed
--
the
picture
of
commiseration
.
