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Updated: May 1, 2025
It doesn't seem humanly possible to be without emotions of some kind." "Just my point. Not humanly possible. I think these ruling class Disans aren't human at all, like the other Disans. I think they are alien creatures robots or androids anything except men. I think they are living in disguise among the normal human dwellers."
Dennis handed King a folded slip of paper. "I have written down an address there. It is in Washington, D.C. I want you to enter those premises that room and find some reports that should be there." "Reports on what?" "It is a dissecting place of some kind. That's where the bodies of the androids are. The man who is doing it must have reports.
He pointed at Entman's desk. "They'd like to know why their androids died. Maybe they weren't alike at least, not exactly alike. Maybe there were differences you haven't found yet maybe they turned out ten models and they want to know which one worked the best." "You get the point," Entman beamed. "They'd like the data you're assembling those reports you've got in front of you."
They came quietly, probably at night, grabbed their model, and moved out fast." "How do you know that?" "Because, obviously, they think all men on earth look alike. Or, at least, we can assume that. Else how did they expect to get away with ten identical androids?" Entman's eyes widened. "I never thought of that," he muttered.
"I remember a story about the Japanese Navy. They were supposed to have built some ships to specifications stolen in England. When launched, they slid out into the bay and tipped over." Entman sighed. "I wish I could get some of the data those creatures used in the construction of the androids." "You'd like to make one of your own?" "It would solve the servant problem.
I told him I had a right to know about these androids." "And he told you the only right you had was to drop dead, I suppose." Frank Corson got to his feet. His face was stiff. His eyes were tortured. He ran a helpless hand along his jaw. "All right, Rhoda. All right. If this is the way you want it, there's nothing I can do." "What do you mean the way I want it?
The Army, the Navy, the Air Force they were all involved. Only Congress the true representatives of the people had been ignored. And, by God, he'd do something about it! Crane stopped pacing but continued to scowl at the wall. Now, what department of research could find him some data on androids? Les King was awakened by a knock on his door. He rolled over, blinked and looked at his watch.
So they'd passed him up in forming the committee to hear about the damned androids, had they? Well, by God, he'd show them the people of his state wouldn't tolerate that, either. The people back home were going to hear about their Senator. It probably wouldn't even be necessary to campaign next year. "If you've changed your mind about anything about us, maybe just say so. I'll understand."
"Still a remarkable job, particularly since they would have no chance for a trial-and-error test under the conditions that would prevail. It's surprising that any of the androids were able to keep functioning." "The eighth one is pretty sick. He may be gone by now. And about their earlier coming, I can give you one point.
"Except that they themselves may not be able to exist on earth, either; no more so than we could exist on the moon without creating conditions favorable to our physical capabilities." "So ...?" "So I'm betting that the ten androids were sent here on a trial-and-error basis, with the objective of perfecting them and creating an android army to move in and take us over."
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