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"Then how canst thou ever be permitted to disobey?" Cordelia said, frowning.
"When obedience would require me to wreak the devastation Geoffrey noted," Fess
explained, "or even the injury of a living being, beyond what would be absolutely
necessary to preserve my owner's safety."
Gregory frowned. "Dost thou say thou must needs guard other folk from thine
owner?"
"That is perhaps an overstatement," Fess said slowly, "though I can think of
circumstances in which it might apply."
"Yet it never hath, for thee," Cordelia inferred. "Who hast thou had need to guard
from thy master?''
"Himself," Fess answered.
"What?"
"How can that be?"
"Wherefore would heтАж"
"Children, chil -dren," Fess admonished.
They quieted.
Fess sighed, "I see I must tell you how it happened, chronologically, or you will
never understand the principle."
"Aye, do!" Cordelia crooked a knee around the saddlehorn, patted her skirt into
place around it, and settled down to listen. "We attend, Fess."
"Do, for it becomes somewhat convoluted. I was brought to consciousness at the
factory of Amalgamated Automatons, Inc., in accordance with a Coherent Imperatives
programтАж"
"We have no wish to hear thy whole life," Geoffrey said hastily.
"You have asked for it, Geoffrey, for this incident befell with my first owner. He had
purchased a new antigravity aircar, and the law required that such vehicles be
equipped with guidance computers of the most recent model designed to safeguard
human life. That 'latest model' was the FCC series, of which I was oneтАж"




Chapter 2
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"Time enough for you to learn the business next year." Reggie's father handed him the
check for a million. "All I want is, you should have a good time, Joe."
"How can I help it?" Reggie looked at the check, gloating. He was so grateful that he
didn't even remind the old man about the name change. "Thanks, Pop!"
" 'S all right." The elder Vapochek waved his cigar negligently. "The dog bootie
sales're going pretty good, and the parakeet sweater production is way up. We can
afford some time for you to, like, sow your wild oats. Just get 'em outa your system."
Pop gave a leering chuckle. "You got a lotta sowing to do, boy, if you wanna break my
recordтАФand I had to do it when I had time off from the steelworks!"
"Boy, you can bet I will, Pop! Starting with a sports car!"
"Oh?" Pop's eye glinted. "What you got your eye on?"
"One of those new Heatrash jobs, Pop, with the afterburners and the
double-strength antigrav."
"Yeah, I heard about them. Got one of them new FCC robot brains for a guidance
computer, don't it?"
 "YeahтАФand cashmere upholstery half a foot thick, a built-in autobar, 360-degree