“I love you, Miss Susan,” said the little robot plaintively.
“That’s sweet,” she replied, bending down to press the button on the side of the robot’s head. With a click and a buzz, the light disappeared from the robot’s eyes, and its metal posture seemed to go slack. Susan sighed. She would have to call the manufacturers in the morning and order a new one.
She opened the door to the cupboard beneath the stairs, picked up the robot and placed it gently inside, next to the long line of other robots. Then she closed the door, and locked it.
Why does she keep them behind a locked door?
… is it your cupboard?
No robot worth his salt has a button in the side of his head.
Tom: Wouldn’t you?
Jeannie: I wish it wasn’t.
Rocket: How much salt is a robot worth?
You people are heartless, I tell you.