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Well
,
we
've
got
to
catch
that
rabbit
!
Now
get
out
of
here
.
Donovan
stared
at
the
preliminary
outline
of
his
field
report
with
weary
eyes
.
For
one
thing
,
he
was
tired
and
for
another
,
what
was
there
to
report
while
things
were
unsettled
?
He
felt
resentful
.
He
said
,
"
Greg
,
we
're
almost
a
thousand
tons
behind
schedule
.
"
"
You
,
"
replied
Powell
,
never
looking
up
,
"
are
telling
me
something
I
do
n't
know
.
"
"
What
I
want
to
know
,
"
said
Donovan
,
in
sudden
savagery
,
"
is
why
we
're
always
tangled
up
with
new-type
robots
.
I
've
finally
decided
that
the
robots
that
were
good
enough
for
my
great-uncle
on
my
mother
's
side
are
good
enough
for
me
.
I
'm
for
what
's
tried
and
true
.
The
test
of
time
is
what
counts
--
good
,
solid
,
old-fashioned
robots
that
never
go
wrong
.
"
Powell
threw
a
book
with
perfect
aim
,
and
Donovan
went
tumbling
off
his
seat
.
"
Your
job
,
"
said
Powell
,
evenly
,
"
for
the
last
five
years
has
been
to
test
new
robots
under
actual
working
conditions
for
United
States
Robots
.
Because
you
and
I
have
been
so
injudicious
as
to
display
proficiency
at
the
task
,
we
've
been
rewarded
with
the
dirtiest
jobs
.
That
,
"
he
jabbed
holes
in
the
air
with
his
finger
in
Donovan
's
direction
,
"
is
your
work
.
You
've
been
griping
about
it
,
from
personal
memory
,
since
about
five
minutes
after
United
States
Robots
signed
you
up
.
Why
do
n't
you
resign
?
"
"
Well
,
I
'll
tell
you
.
"
Donovan
rolled
onto
his
stomach
,
and
took
a
firm
grip
on
his
wild
,
red
hair
to
hold
his
head
up
.
"
There
's
a
certain
principle
involved
.
After
all
,
as
a
trouble
shooter
,
I
've
played
a
part
in
the
development
of
new
robots
.
There
's
the
principle
of
aiding
scientific
advance
.
But
do
n't
get
me
wrong
.
It
's
not
the
principle
that
keeps
me
going
;
it
's
the
money
they
pay
us
.
Greg
!
'
Powell
jumped
at
Donovan
's
wild
shout
,
and
his
eyes
followed
the
redhead
's
to
the
visiplate
,
when
they
goggled
in
fixed
horror
.
He
whispered
,
"
Holy
-
howling
-
Jupiter
!
"
