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"Snookums himself is dangerous," Fitzhugh said. "He has a built-in 'urge' to experiment to get data. We can keep him from making experiments that we know will be dangerous by giving him the data, so that the urge doesn't operate. But if he's on the track of something totally new.... "Well, you can see what we're up against." He thoughtfully blew a cloud of smoke.
It occurred to him that he could take advantage of the fact that I'm called 'Mike the Angel. He borrowed Mellon's books and began pumping theology into Snookums. He figured that would be safe enough.
Right now, I have to go to the Power Section to prepare for take-off. We're really going to have fun lifting this brute against a full Earth gee without rockets." "Later, then," she said evenly, and hurried off down the corridor with Snookums. Mike headed the other way with a sigh of relief. As of right then, he didn't feel like being given an ear-reaming lecture by a beautiful redhead.
Then, from out of the darkness, came something that moved on a whir of caterpillar treads. Something hard and metallic slammed against Mike's shoulder, spinning him against the wall. At that moment, Multhaus came around the corner, and Mike could see Snookums scurrying on down the corridor toward the approaching Powerman's Mate. "Multhaus! Look out!" Mike yelled.
I'll get the other two books and you can get to work copying them. Take care." "Thanks, Mike." As he walked down the companionway, he cursed himself for being a fool. If he'd let things go on the way they were, Leda might have weaned herself away from Snookums. Now she was interested again. But there could have been no other way, of course.
Therefore, for him, baptism is both unnecessary and undesirable." "Why 'undesirable'?" Mike asked. "Since he is free from sin either original or actual he is therefore filled with the plenitude of God's grace. The purpose of a sacrament is to give grace to the recipient; it follows that it would be useless to give the Sacrament to Snookums.
"If you define him as a human being, then he can give orders that might wreck an expensive machine. On the other hand, if you don't define the five-year-old as human, then the robot is under no compulsion to refrain from harming the child." He began delving into his pockets for smoking materials as he went on. "We took the easy way out. We solved that problem by keeping Snookums isolated.
The little humanoid, caterpillar-track mechanism that we all tend to think of as Snookums isn't really Snookums, any more than a human being is a hand or an eye. Snookums wouldn't actually be threatening his own existence unless his brain now in the hold of the William Branchell is destroyed." As Dr. Fitzhugh continued, Mike the Angel listened with about half an ear.
Do you remember Commander Gabriel?" Snookums swiveled his head and regarded Mike. "Oh yes. He tried to help me." "Did you need help?" Mike growled in spite of himself. "Yes. For my experiment. And you offered help. That was very nice. Leda says it is nice to help people." Mike the Angel carefully refrained from asking Snookums if he thought he was people. For all Mike knew, he did.
He backed up, spun on his treads, and headed for the door. "Whatever controls me is my mind," he went on. "Therefore, my mind is God." "Snookums, stop that!" Leda shouted suddenly. "Stop it!" But the robot paid no attention; he went right on with what he was doing. He said: "I must look at myself. I must know myself. Then I will know God. Then I will...."
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