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He would have liked it like anything. Especially when Francis Fran was backing away sooo quietly, and backed right into one of the LeopardMen and had to run. She laughed again, Daddy, are there really LeopardMen on the MoonIt was while the Westons were standing totally absorbed in the exploits of a powerful electromagnet that Mrs. Weston suddenly became aware of the fact that Gloria was no longer with her. Initial panic gave way to calm decision and, enlisting the aid of three attendants, a careful search was begun. Gloria, of course, was not one to wander aimlessly, however. For her age, she was an unusually determined and purposeful , quite full of the maternal genes in that respect. She had seen a huge sign on the third floor, which had said, This Way to the Talking Robot Having spelled it out to herself and having noticed that her parents did not seem to wish to move in the proper direction, she did the obvious thing. Waiting for an opportune moment of parental distraction, she calmly disengaged herself and followed the sign. The Talking Robot was a tour de force, a thoroughly impractical device, possessing publicity value only. Once an hour, an escorted group stood before it and asked questions of the robot engineer in charge in careful whispers. Those the engineer decided were suitable for the robots circuits were transmitted to the Talking Robot.

It was rather dull. It may be nice to know that the square of fourteen is one hundred ninetysix, that the temperature at the moment is 72 degrees Fahrenheit, and the airpressure 30.02 inches of mercury, that the atomic weight of sodium is 23, but one doesnt really need a robot for that. One especially does not need an unwieldy, totally immobile m of wires and coils spreading over twentyfive square yards. Few people bothered to return for a second helping, but one in her middle teens sat quietly on a bench waiting for a third. She was the only one in the room when Gloria entered. Gloria did not look at her. To her at the moment, another human being was but an inconsiderable item. She saved her attention for this large thing with the wheels. For a moment, she hesitated in dismay. It didnt look like any robot she had ever seen. Cautiously and doubtfully she raised her treble voice; Please, Mr. Robot, sir, are you the Talking Robot, sir She wasnt sure, but it seemed to her that a robot that actually talked was worth a great deal of politeness. The in her midteens allowed a look of intense concentration to cross her thin, plain face. She whipped out a small notebook and began writing in rapid pothooks.

There was an oily whir of gears and a mechanically timbred voice boomed out in words that lacked accent and intonation, I am the robot that talks.Gloria stared at it ruefully. It did talk, but the sound came from inside somewheres. There was no face to talk to. She said, Can you help me, Mr. Robot, sirThe Talking Robot was designed to answer questions, and only such questions as it could answer had ever been put to it. It was quite confident of its ability, therefore, I can help you.Thank you, Mr. Robot, sir. Have you seen RobbieWho is RobbieHes a robot, Mr. Robot, sir. She stretched to tiptoes. Hes about so high, Mr. Robot, sir, only higher, and hes very nice. Hes got a head, you know. I mean you havent, but he has, Mr. Robot, sir.The Talking Robot had been left behind, A robotYes, Mr. Robot, sir. A robot just like you, except he cant talk, of course, and looks like a real person.A robot like meYes, Mr. Robot, sir.To which the Talking Robots only response was an erratic splutter and an occasional incoherent sound. The radical generalization offered it, i.e., its existence, not as a particular object, but as a member of a general group, was too much for it. Loyally, it tried to encomp the concept and half a dozen coils burnt out. Little warning signals were buzzing. The in her midteens left at that point. She had enough for her Physics1 paper on Practical Aspects of Robotics.

This paper was Susan Calvins first of many on the subject. Gloria stood waiting, with carefully concealed impatience, for the machines answer when she heard the cry behind her of There she is, and recognized that cry as her mothers. What are you doing here, you bad cried Mrs. Weston, anxiety dissolving at once into anger. Do you know you frightened your mamma and daddy almost to death Why did you run awayThe robot engineer had also dashed in, tearing his hair, and demanding who of the gathering crowd had tampered with the machine. Cant anybody read signs he yelled. Youre not allowed in here without an attendant.Gloria raised her grieved voice over the din, I only came to see the Talking Robot, Mamma. I thought he might know where Robbie was because theyre both robots. And then, as the thought of Robbie was suddenly brought forcefully home to her, she burst into a sudden storm of tears, And I got to find Robbie, Mamma. I got to.Mrs. Weston strangled a cry, and said, Oh, good Heavens. Come home, George. This is more than I can stand.That evening, George Weston left for several hours, and the next morning, he approached his wife with something that looked suspiciously like smug complacence. Ive got an idea, Grace.About what was the gloomy, uninterested query. About Gloria.Youre not going to suggest buying back that robotNo, of course not.Then go ahead.

I might as well listen to you. Nothing Ive done seems to have done any good.All right. Heres what Ive been thinking. The whole trouble with Gloria is that she thinks of Robbie as a person and not as a machine. Naturally, she cant forget him. Now if we managed to convince her that Robbie was nothing more than a mess of steel and copper in the form of sheets and wires with electricity its juice of life, how long would her longings last Its the psychological attack, if you see my point.How do you plan to do itSimple. Where do you suppose I went last night I persuaded Robertson of U. S. Robots and Mechanical Men, Inc. to arrange for a complete tour of his premises tomorrow. The three of us will go, and by the time were through, Gloria will have it drilled into her that a robot is not alive.Mrs. Westons eyes widened gradually and something glinted in her eyes that was quite like sudden admiration, Why, George, thats a good idea.And George Westons vest buttons strained. Only kind I have, he said. Mr. Struthers was a conscientious General Manager and naturally inclined to be a bit talkative. The combination, therefore, resulted in a tour that was fully explained, perhaps even overabundantly explained, at every step. However, Mrs. Weston was not bored. Indeed, she stopped him several times and begged him to repeat his statements in simpler language so that Gloria might understand. Under the influence of this appreciation of his narrative powers, Mr. Struthers expanded genially and became ever more communicative, if possible. George Weston, himself, showed a gathering impatience. Pardon me, Struthers, he said, breaking into the middle of a lecture on the photoelectric cell, havent you a section of the factory where only robot labor is employedEh Oh, yes Yes, indeed He smiled at Mrs. Weston. A vicious circle in a way, robots creating more robots. Of course, we are not making a general practice out of it. For one thing, the unions would never let us. But we can turn out a very few robots using robot labor exclusively, merely as a sort of scientific experiment. You see, he tapped his pincenez into one palm argumentatively, what the labor unions dont realize and I say this as a man who has always been very sympathetic with the labor movement in general is that the advent of the robot, while involving some dislocation to begin with, will inevitablyYes, Struthers, said Weston, but about that section of the factory you speak of may we see it It would be very interesting, Im sure.Yes Yes, of course Mr. Struthers replaced his pincenez in one convulsive movement and gave vent to a soft cough of discomfiture. Follow me, please.He was comparatively quiet while leading the three through a long corridor and down a flight of stairs. Then, when they had entered a large welllit room that buzzed with metallic activity, the sluices opened and the flood of explanation poured forth again.

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