exact, and I don't know what to expect. Oh, hello, Cutie. I thought you were working on the new drive bar. "I've finished," the robot said quietly. "And so I've come to talk to you. I've been thinking for two days about who made me. I can't believe that you two humans made me. Donovan turned angrily towards Cutie, but Powell put out his hand. "Why do you say that, Cutie?" Cutie laughed. It was an inhuman laugh sharp and regular. "Look at you! The material you are made of is soft and weak. You depend upon food like that he pointed a Donovan's sandwich to give you energy. Each day you need to sleep and while you're asleep you can do nothing. And if the temperature varies too much, you can't work. You are a very inefficient and short-lived piece of equipment.' The robot paused. 'I, on the other hand, am a