THE COSMIC COMPUTER

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"Let's look these robots over," he said. "Find about half a dozen we can
load with blasting explosive and send ahead of us on contragravity."

They found several?an electric-light servicer, a couple of
wall-and-window washers, a serving-robot that looked as if it had come
from a restaurant, and an all-purpose robo-janitor. In the passage
outside, they began loading the lorries with bricks of ionite and
packages of cataclysmite, packing all the scrap-iron and other junk
around the explosives that they could. As soon as they had weapons, the
prisoners came swarming out, making more noise than was necessary and a
good deal more than was safe. Sylvie Jacquemont, with a submachine gun
slung from one shoulder and a canvas bag of spare magazines from the
other, came over to see what he was doing.

"Well, look what you're doing to him!" she mock-reproached. "That's a
dirty trick to play on a little robot!"