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

"Was she born that way, I wonder?" said theBaroni .



"I love you, Sammy," said the holograph.



I hadn’t expected sound, and it startled me. She had such a happy voice. Maybe she didn’t know that
most little girls came equipped with two legs. After all, this was anunderpopulated colony world; for all I
knew, she’d never seen anyone but her parents.



"It is time for your nap, Miss Emily," said Sammy’s voice. "I will carry you to your room."Another
surprise. The voice didn’t seem to come from the robot, but from somewhere . . . well, offstage. He was
recreating the scene exactly as it had happened, but we saw it through his eyes. Since he couldn’t see
himself, neither could we.



"I’ll walk," said the child. "Mother told me I have to practice walking, so that someday I can play with
the other girls."



"Yes, Miss Emily."
"But you can catch me if I start to fall, like you always do."



"Yes, Miss Emily."



"What would I do without you, Sammy?"



"You would fall, Miss Emily," he answered. Robots are always so damned literal.



And as suddenly as it had appeared, the scene vanished.



"So that was Miss Emily?" I said.