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"
Yes
.
"
"
Is
everything
normal
now
?
"
"
Well
he
has
n't
got
religious
mania
,
and
he
is
n't
running
around
in
a
circle
spouting
Gilbert
and
Sullivan
,
so
I
suppose
he
's
normal
.
"
Donovan
passed
out
the
door
,
shaking
his
head
viciously
.
Powell
reached
for
the
"
Handbook
of
Robotics
"
that
weighed
down
one
side
of
his
desk
to
a
near-founder
and
opened
it
reverently
.
He
had
once
jumped
out
of
the
window
of
a
burning
house
dressed
only
in
shorts
and
the
"
Handbook
.
"
In
a
pinch
,
he
would
have
skipped
the
shorts
.
The
"
Handbook
"
was
propped
up
before
him
,
when
Robot
DV-5
entered
,
with
Donovan
kicking
the
door
shut
behind
him
.
Powell
said
somberly
,
"
Hi
,
Dave
.
How
do
you
feel
?
"
"
Fine
,
"
said
the
robot
.
"
Mind
if
I
sit
down
?
"
He
dragged
up
the
specially
reinforced
chair
that
was
his
,
and
folded
gently
into
it
.
Powell
regarded
Dave
--
laymen
might
think
of
robots
by
their
serial
numbers
;
roboticists
never
--
with
approval
.
It
was
not
over-massive
by
any
means
,
in
spite
of
its
construction
as
thinking-unit
of
an
integrated
seven-unit
robot
team
.
It
was
seven
feet
tall
,
and
a
half-ton
of
metal
and
electricity
.
A
lot
?
Not
when
that
half-ton
has
to
be
a
mass
of
condensers
,
circuits
,
relays
,
and
vacuum
cells
that
can
handle
practically
any
psychological
reaction
known
to
humans
.
And
a
positronic
brain
,
which
with
ten
pounds
of
matter
and
a
few
quintillions
of
positrons
runs
the
whole
show
.
