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I think that Miss Glory might have lunch with us. DR. GALL: That goes without saying! Domin, why don’t you offer the invitation on behalf of us all. DOMIN: Miss Glory, do us this honor. HELENA: But really — How could I? FABRY: For the League of Humanity, Miss Glory. 60 BUSMAN: In its honor. HELENA: Well, in that case — perhaps— FABRY: Splendid! Miss Glory, excuse me for five minutes. DR. GALL: Pardon. ) HELENA: Why did they all leave? DOMIN: To cook, Miss Glory. HELENA: Cook what? DOMIN: Lunch, Miss Glory.
Old Rossum didn’t have a bit of taste. What he did was dreadful. But inside, that thing had all the stuff a person has. Actually it was amazingly detailed work. And then young Rossum, an engineer, the son of the old man, came here. An ingenious mind, Miss Glory. When he saw what a scene his old man was making he said: “This is nonsense! Ten years to produce a human being?! ” And he himself launched into anatomy. HELENA: It’s different in the papers. DOMIN (stands): In the papers are just paid ads; all the rest is nonsense.
He experimented making them twelve feet tall, 46 but you wouldn’t believe how those mammoths fell apart. HELENA: Fell apart? DOMIN: Yes. All of a sudden a leg would break or something. Our planet is apparently too small for giants. Now we make only Robots of normal human height and respectable human shape. HELENA: I saw the first Robots back home. The township bought them. . I mean hired— DOMIN: Bought, my dear Miss Glory. Robots are bought. HELENA: We acquired them as street-cleaners. I’ve seen them sweeping.