But it would be possible for someone to get hold of one of those brains unlawfully of course and create a humanoid robot?'
"Scientifically, it would be possible to produce a humanoid robot, yes. But, Mr Quinn, it has not been done, I promise you! Stephen Byerley was forty years old, and he looked forty years old. He looked healthy and pleasant, particularly when he laughed. And he was laughing now. "Really, Dr Lanning a robot? I-1- a robot?' Lanning frowned and looked at Dr Calvin who was sitting next to him. She was silent. has told us that you are a robot, and must investigate because our is only producer of brains," Lanning explained coldly 'oh yes, your position is clear to me. I'm sorry if my laughter upset you. How can I help you?' "Will you sit down in a restaurant, with witnesses present, and eat?" Lanning asked quietly. Dr Calvin watched Byerley carefully, and he looked at her for a moment before turning back to Lanning. 'I don't think that I can do that. I know Francis Quinn, you see. He doesn't want me to become City Governor and so he's invented this story. It's nonsense, I don't sleep much and don't eat in public. Is that what Quinn's reports say?" He turned to Dr Calvin. 'You're the company's psychologist?' psychologist, please.' Right. Well, as a psychol robot psychologist, I guess that you've brought some food with you this morning.
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