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"
Well
,
I
’
m
paid
for
it
,
Mr
.
Stendahl
,
"
said
Pikes
softly
as
he
lifted
the
plastic
eyelid
of
the
robot
and
inserted
the
glass
eyeball
to
fasten
the
rubberoid
muscles
neatly
.
"
There
.
"
"
The
spitting
image
of
Mr
.
Garrett
.
"
"
What
do
we
do
with
him
,
sir
?
"
Pikes
nodded
at
the
slab
where
the
real
Mr
.
Garrett
lay
dead
.
"
Better
burn
him
,
Pikes
.
We
wouldn
’
t
want
two
Mr
.
Gasretts
,
would
we
?
"
Pikes
wheeled
Mr
.
Garrett
to
the
brick
incinerator
.
"
Goodby
.
"
He
pushed
Mr
.
Garrett
in
and
slammed
the
door
.
Stendahl
confronted
the
robot
Garrett
.
"
You
have
your
orders
,
Garrett
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
The
robot
sat
up
.
"
I
’
m
to
return
to
Moral
Climates
.
I
’
ll
file
a
complementary
report
.
Delay
action
for
at
least
forty
-
eight
hours
.
Say
I
’
m
investigating
more
fully
.
"
"
Right
,
Garrett
.
Good
-
by
.
"
The
robot
hurried
out
to
Garrett
’
s
rocket
,
got
in
,
and
flew
away
.
