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Updated: May 2, 2025
To be of service to his electorate, Senator Crane realized, he had to have something tangible in the way of evidence. The only way to get this was to ferret out Taber's contacts and locate the tenth android himself, or at least be there when Taber located the creature.
He felt the stickiness, but the red blood was not welling out. Instead, a thick bubble of green ooze moved from the wound and spread over his clothes and his hand. An alien greenness that was like nothing human. He had seen it once before. Alice. He stared up at Connemorra with wide, wondering eyes. "Everything went wrong, my poor android," said Connemorra softly.
"Take those off." As she unhooked her brassiere, Rhoda said, "My head aches." "Your head does not ache." "You are right, my head does not ache." She slipped out of the panties and stood naked. The android regarded her. "You are different." "Of course. I am a woman." "I want to make love." As Rhoda stood motionless, helpless, he spoke very positively. "You make love on the bed.
The development of the resulting cultures will be vastly different from that of Earth. The Galactic Council is very interested in the outcome which will not be known with certainty for a thousand years or so." "But they come back," Mel repeated. "You bring them back!" "For each Earthman who goes out, a replacement is sent back. The replacement is an android supplied by the Council." "Android!"
"We tried to cover it with an amnesiac condition instead of the usual pre-printed memory of a Mars vacation. And all this might have worked if the Alice android had not been defective also. A normal android has protective mechanisms that make accidents and subsequent discovery impossible. But the Alice android failed, and you set out on a course to uncover us.
If you're right, King will now make contact with the android, will he not?" "I assume he will." "And that will give you a chance to capture him and have the whole ten accounted for?" "I don't want him until he sends the data back to whoever is waiting for it." "You'd like to have them build their synthetic army on the specifications I made out?" "I'd dearly love that."
He walked to the chair and stood looking down. He turned his eyes to the bulky, cast-encased leg. "It will not heal," he stated matter-of-factly. The ninth android nodded. "I know." "That makes you useless." Another nod. "Why couldn't they have made it possible for our flesh and bone to become whole again after an accident?" "That wasn't possible."
He paused for a moment, deep in thought, before going on. "Has it occurred to you that the tenth android might be a supervisor, the boss, the captain? If he is still alive, why haven't you found him? You have the men and facilities at your command." Brent Taber sprang to his feet.
But of all these traces of memories, those concerning women nagged the android most. And now, as it turned his empty gaze on Rhoda Kane, it was with a little more personal interest than before. "What did Frank Corson tell you?" "He said the man in the hospital with a broken leg was not a man. He was an android."
Rivarol caught my glance. "That," said he, "will be my masterpiece. It is a Microcosm, an Android, as yet only partially complete. And why not? Albertus Magnus constructed an image perfect to talk metaphysics and confute the schools. So did Sylvester II.; so did Robertus Greathead. Roger Bacon made a brazen head that held discourses. But the first named of these came to destruction.
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