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I
shrugged
.
"
Something
subtle
.
Something
not
.
Projectile
weapons
.
And
a
blade
.
The
heavy
one
needs
to
be
something
like
the
Smith
.
"
The
mandroid
became
quite
still
.
I
could
almost
hear
the
whirring
of
data
retrieval
.
I
wondered
briefly
how
a
machine
like
this
had
come
to
wind
up
here
.
It
had
clearly
not
been
designed
for
the
job
.
On
Harlan
’
s
World
,
you
don
’
t
see
many
mandroids
.
They
’
re
expensive
to
build
,
compared
to
a
synthetic
,
or
even
a
clone
,
and
most
jobs
that
require
a
human
form
are
better
done
by
those
organic
alternatives
.
The
truth
is
that
a
robot
human
is
a
pointless
collision
of
two
disparate
functions
.
Artificial
intelligence
,
which
really
works
better
strung
out
on
a
mainframe
,
and
hard
-
wearing
,
hazardproof
bodywork
which
most
cyber
-
engineering
firms
designed
to
spec
for
the
task
in
hand
.
The
last
robot
I
’
d
seen
on
the
World
was
a
gardening
crab
.
The
photo
-
receptors
brightened
slightly
and
the
thing
’
s
posture
unlocked
.
"
If
sir
would
care
to
come
this
way
,
I
believe
I
have
the
right
combination
.
"
I
followed
the
machine
through
a
door
that
blended
so
well
with
the
décor
of
the
back
wall
that
I
hadn
’
t
seen
it
and
down
a
short
corridor
.
Beyond
was
a
long
,
low
room
whose
unpainted
plaster
walls
were
lined
with
raw
fibre
-
glass
packing
cases
.
There
were
a
number
of
people
working
quietly
at
points
up
and
down
the
room
.
The
air
carried
the
businesslike
rattle
of
hardware
in
practised
hands
.
The
mandroid
led
me
to
a
small
grey
-
haired
man
dressed
in
grease
-
streaked
coveralls
who
was
stripping
down
an
electromag
bolt
-
thrower
as
if
it
were
a
roast
chicken
.
He
looked
up
as
we
approached
.
"
Chip
?
"
He
nodded
at
the
machine
and
ignored
me
.
"
Clive
,
this
is
Takeshi
Kovacs
.
He
’
s
a
friend
of
Mr
.
Bancroft
,
looking
for
equipment
.
I
’
d
like
you
to
show
him
the
Nemex
and
a
Philips
gun
,
and
then
pass
him
on
to
Sheila
for
a
blade
weapon
.
"
Clive
nodded
again
and
set
aside
the
electromag
.
"
This
way
,
"
he
said
.
The
mandroid
touched
my
arm
lightly
.
"
Should
sir
require
anything
further
,
I
shall
be
in
the
showroom
.
"
