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As long as Snookums gets his questions answered, he keeps himself busy. Our young boot ensign has been assigned to the duty of keeping that mechanical Peeping Tom out of our hair for an hour. By then, it will be lunch time." He cleared his throat. "We still need a fourth." "If you ask me," said Lieutenant Keku, "we need a fifth. Let's play poker instead."
Mike the Angel spent the next several minutes feeling the man out, then he went on to explain what had happened with Snookums out in the foyer, which launched Dr. Fitzhugh into an explanation. "He didn't want help, of course; he was merely conducting an experiment. There are many areas of knowledge in which he is as naïve as a child." Mike nodded. "It figures.
Snookums could reduce it to math symbols and equations, anyway, even if we didn't have Bishop Costin's work." He showed her the book from Mellon's room. "It doesn't even require the assumption of a soul to make it foul up a robot's works. He doesn't have any emotions, either. And he can't handle something that he can't experiment with. It would have driven him insane, all right.
There was an awkward silence for a few seconds while Mike sipped at the hot, black liquid. Then Mike said, "Dr. Fitzhugh, you said, at the briefing back on Earth, that Snookums knows too much about nuclear energy. Can you be more specific than that, or is it too hush-hush?" Fitzhugh took out his briar and began filling it as he spoke.
It would be the human who ordered the attack, not Snookums, who would be struck by Heavenly Justice. And the First Law supersedes the Second." Fitzhugh nodded. "You're right, of course." "Very well, then," Mike continued, "since the killer could not get Snookums to do me in, he had to find another tool. He picked Lieutenant Mellon. "He figured that Mellon was in love with Leda Crannon.
This time it was a lady. "I'm sorry," she repeated. She was all wrapped up in an electroparka, but there was no mistaking the fact that she was both human and feminine. She came on through the door and looked at the robot. "Snookums! What are you doing here?" "I was trying an experiment, Leda," said Snookums. "This man was just asking me about it.
He had enough confidence in his own personality and abilities to be able to take his own tack no matter which way the wind blew. Blithely opening the door of the office, Mike the Angel stepped inside with a smile on his lips. "Ah, good afternoon, Commander Gabriel," said Dr. Morris Fitzhugh. Mike kept the smile on his face. "Leda here?" Fitzhugh chuckled. "No. Some problems came up with Snookums.
It had a pair of black sockets in its head, which Mike took to be TV cameras of some kind. It had grillwork on either side of its head, which probably covered microphones, and another grillwork where the mouth should be. There was no nose. "What the hell?" asked Mike the Angel of no one in particular. "I'm Snookums," said the robot.
"What data, Snookums?" she asked carefully. "Where is He hiding?" They both looked at him. "Where is who hiding?" Leda asked. "God," said Snookums. "Why do you want to find God, Snookums?" Mike asked gently. "I have to watch Him," said the robot. "Why do you have to watch Him?" "Because He is watching me." "Does it hurt you to have Him watch you?" "No." "What good will it do you to watch Him?"
Snookums, who had been listening carefully, rolled up and said, "Generator tubes three, four, and thirteen. Three is out of phase by " "You can tell us later, Snookums," Mike interrupted rapidly. "Right now, we'll get to work on those tubes. You were right once; I hope you're right again." Again the power crew swung into action.
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