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"
Well
,
it
's
the
fellows
upstairs
that
have
the
say
on
that
.
Me
-
I
just
do
as
I
'm
told
.
Probably
all
a
matter
of
pull
-
"
"
Yeah
,
"
the
electrician
jerked
a
smile
,
and
winked
a
wise
eye
.
"
Somebody
knew
somebody
in
Washington
.
But
as
long
as
my
pay
comes
through
on
the
dot
,
I
should
worry
.
The
Drive
's
none
of
my
affair
.
What
are
they
going
to
do
here
?
"
"
You
're
asking
me
?
They
brought
a
mess
of
robots
with
them
,
-
over
sixty
,
and
they
're
going
to
measure
reactions
.
That
's
all
my
knowledge
.
"
"
How
long
will
it
take
?
"
"
I
wish
I
knew
.
"
"
Well
,
"
Walensky
said
,
with
heavy
sarcasm
,
"
as
long
as
they
dish
me
my
money
,
they
can
play
games
all
they
want
.
"
Black
felt
quietly
satisfied
.
Let
the
story
spread
.
It
was
harmless
,
and
near
enough
to
the
truth
to
take
the
fangs
out
of
curiosity
.
A
man
sat
in
the
chair
,
motionless
,
silent
.
A
weight
dropped
,
crashed
downward
,
then
pounded
aside
at
the
last
moment
under
the
synchronized
thump
of
a
sudden
force
beam
.
In
sixty-three
wooden
cells
,
watching
NS-2
robots
dashed
forward
in
that
split
second
before
the
weight
veered
,
and
sixty-three
photocells
five
feet
ahead
of
their
original
positions
jiggled
the
marking
pen
and
presented
a
little
jag
on
the
paper
.
The
weight
rose
and
dropped
,
rose
and
dropped
,
rose
-
Ten
times
!
