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Entman's little eyes shone with affection. "I can only wish you good luck." "Thanks. I'll need it." "And one more thing I was wondering." "What's that?" "Why do you suppose the tenth android killed the one in the Village?" "Another case of taking one reason for want of a better one. I think it was his way of delivering the creature to us for research.
Unaware that he had been extremely lucky, that very few real people people with only one heart, and a soul to go with it would have gotten such specific information out of a receiving-desk nurse, the tenth android began counting wards until he came to the one marked Five.
At the moment, Entman was having a fine, stimulating time dissecting the cadaver of the android. His ugly little eyes were bright. "It's a miracle, my friend! A positive miracle. The thing these people have been able to do!" "People? You've used that word before." Entman waved an impatient hand. "Oh, don't quibble!
He sought to get clear but the android passed him close enough to jam the knife into his neck and send him screaming to the sidewalk. A uniformed patrolman appeared on the other side of the street, further down. He took the situation in and understood Taber's frantic gesture. A car screamed to a halt as the patrolman raced across the street, drawing his gun.
"That they are not human beings, in the strictest sense of the word," Brent replied gravely. "Then what are they?" "We believe they are androids." "And what the hell is an android?" Jones snapped. "A synthetic." Brent smiled just slightly. "In this case, men not born of women. All this is detailed in the confidential report that will be handed to you when you leave.
And from somewhere in the synthetically created mind of the tenth android there came a question: Was it undesirable to become nonfunctioning? The human was afraid to die. He sensed this but not the reason for it, if there was one. The human was afraid to die.
Dennis snarled at the door and, in some kind of sheer ecstatic bravado, emitted a Tarzan roar. Instantly a weight hit the door from the outside. It shuddered but did not give. Dennis crouched, gripping his knife. Frank Corson staggered to his feet and hurled himself groggily at the android. Dennis roared again, pushed away and arced the knife at his throat.
Mel felt his reason slipping. He knew he was shouting. "Then Alice the Alice that died was an android, she was not my wife! My Alice is still alive! You can take me to her " Connemorra nodded. "Alice is still alive, and well. No harm has come to her." "Take me to her!" Mel knew he was pleading, but in his anguish he had no pride. Connemorra seemed to ignore his plea.
Brent Taber stood in front of the desk of Authority and said, "Mr. Porter, I don't think you people realize the gravity of this situation." Porter's eyes were frosty. "And just what gives you that idea?" "The fact that I'm being hamstrung at every turn. Men I assigned to search out the last android have been taken off the job, transferred away from me without notice."
He could take only so much and now he regarded Rhoda with a hostility of his own. "A short time ago you hooted the android idea. What changed you?" "I use it as a term of identification! Good heavens! You act like a child. All I'm trying to do is get a little information " "For whom, Rhoda?" He threw the question so suddenly it put Rhoda off balance. Quick fear flashed into her eyes.
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