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The automaton trudged over to a nearby wall and picked up the pieces of the mold Stratton had indicated: it was the mold for a small porcelain messenger. Several journeymen stopped what they were doing to watch the automaton carry the pieces over to a work area. There it fitted the various sections together and bound them tightly with twine. The sculptorsТ wonderment was apparent as they watched the automatonТs fingers work, looping and threading the loose ends of the twine into a knot. Then the automaton stood the assembled mold upright and headed off to get a pitcher of clay slip. "ThatТs enough," said Willoughby. The automaton stopped its work and resumed its original standing posture. Examining the mold, Willoughby asked, "Did you train it yourself?" "I did. I hope to have Moore train it in metal casting." "Do you have names that can learn other tasks?" "Not as yet. However, thereТs every reason to believe that an entire class of similar names exists, one for every sort of skill needing manual dexterity." "Indeed?" Willoughby noticed the other sculptors watching, and called out, "If youТve nothing to do, thereТs plenty I can assign to you." The journeymen promptly resumed their work, and Willoughby turned back to Stratton. "Let us go to your office to speak about this further." "Very well." Stratton had the automaton follow the two of them back to the frontmost of the complex of connected buildings that was Coade Manufactory. They first entered StrattonТs studio, which was situated "Do you have an objection to my automaton?" Willoughby looked over a pair of clay hands mounted on a work-table. On the wall behind the table were pinned a series of schematic drawings showing hands in a variety of positions. "YouТve done an admirable job of emulating the human hand. I am concerned, however, that the first skill in which you trained your new automaton is sculpture." "If youТre worried that I am trying to replace sculptors, you neednТt be. That is absolutely not my goal." "IТm relieved to hear it," said Willoughby. "Why did you choose sculpture, then?" "It is the first step of a rather indirect path. My ultimate goal is to allow automatous engines to be manufactured inexpensively enough so that most families could purchase one." WilloughbyТs confusion was apparent. "How, pray tell, would a family make use of an engine?" "To drive a powered loom, for example." "What are you going on about?" "Have you ever seen children who are employed at a textile mill? They are worked to exhaustion; their lungs are clogged with cotton dust; they are so sickly that you can hardly conceive of their reaching adulthood. Cheap cloth is bought at the price of our workersТ health; weavers were far better off when textile production was a cottage industry." "Powered looms were what took weavers out of cottages. How could they |
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