"Mike Resnick - Robots Dont Cry" - читать интересную книгу автора (Resnick Mike)

"Three’s got those extendable eyestalks, and it can do microsurgery, so I figure it can deal with any
faulty micro-circuits. As forSeven , it’s strong as an ox. It can position the robot, hold him aloft, move
him any way thatThree directs it to. They’re both going to show up filled to the brim with everything the
ship’s data bank has on robots, so if he’s salvageable, they’ll find a way to salvage him."



I waited to see if he had any more stupid questions. Sure enough, he had.



"Why would anyone come here?" he asked, looking across the bleak landscape.



"I came for what passes for treasure these days," I answered him. "I have no idea why you came."



"I meant originally," he said, and his face started to glow that shade of pea-soup green that meant I was
getting to him. "Nothing can grow, and the ultraviolet rays would eventually kill most animals.So why?"



"Because not all humans are as smart as me."



"It’s an impoverished world," continued theBaroni . "What valuables could there be?"



"The usual," I replied."Family heirlooms.Holographs.Old kitchen implements. Maybe even a few old
Republic coins."
"Republic currency can’t be spent."



"True–but a few years ago I saw a five-credit coin sell for three hundred Maria Teresa dollars. They tell
me it’s worth twice that today."



"I didn’t know that," admitted theBaroni .