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The Alchemist, v. 1, issue 5, February 1941
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Rhythm Of The Spheres 33 The metal men stood motionless. Then one sent out a shrill call. From all parts of the ship the metal men moved. They gathered behind the one who had sent the call. They stood behind him, waiting. In the hand of one of those who had come from the tunnel was what might have been an antique flashlight. From it sped a thin green flame. It struck the foremost robot on the head, sliced down from the head to the base of the trunk. Another flash, and the green flame cut him from side to side. He fell, sliced by that flame into four parts. The four parts lay, inert as their metal, upon the floor of the compartment. One of the shrouded figures said: "Do you want any further demonstration--or will you follow us?" The robots put their heads together; whispered. Then one said: "We will follow." They marched into the tunnel, the robots making no resistance nor effort to escape. They came to a place whose floor sank with them until it had reached the caverns. The machine- en still went docilely. Was it because of curiosity mixed with disdain for these men whose bodies could be broken so easily by one blow of the metal appendages that served them for arms? Perhaps. They came to the cavern where Narodny and the others awaited them. Marinoff led them in the halted them. These were robots used in the flying ships-their heads cylindrical, four arm appendates, legs triple-joined, torsos slender. The robots, it should be understood, were differentiated in shape according to their occupations. Narodny said: "Welcome, Robots! Who is your leader?" One answered: "We have no leaders. We act as
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Rhythm Of The Spheres 33 The metal men stood motionless. Then one sent out a shrill call. From all parts of the ship the metal men moved. They gathered behind the one who had sent the call. They stood behind him, waiting. In the hand of one of those who had come from the tunnel was what might have been an antique flashlight. From it sped a thin green flame. It struck the foremost robot on the head, sliced down from the head to the base of the trunk. Another flash, and the green flame cut him from side to side. He fell, sliced by that flame into four parts. The four parts lay, inert as their metal, upon the floor of the compartment. One of the shrouded figures said: "Do you want any further demonstration--or will you follow us?" The robots put their heads together; whispered. Then one said: "We will follow." They marched into the tunnel, the robots making no resistance nor effort to escape. They came to a place whose floor sank with them until it had reached the caverns. The machine- en still went docilely. Was it because of curiosity mixed with disdain for these men whose bodies could be broken so easily by one blow of the metal appendages that served them for arms? Perhaps. They came to the cavern where Narodny and the others awaited them. Marinoff led them in the halted them. These were robots used in the flying ships-their heads cylindrical, four arm appendates, legs triple-joined, torsos slender. The robots, it should be understood, were differentiated in shape according to their occupations. Narodny said: "Welcome, Robots! Who is your leader?" One answered: "We have no leaders. We act as
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