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The children trooped into the large play area that was enclosed in the heart of the great building. Here and there they began to form in clusters. At the centers of the clusters were the newest students, the ones that had moved here, the ones that had been in the robot schools before. THE CHILDREN TROOPED INTO THE LARGE PLAY AREA THAT WAS ENCLOSED IN THE HEART OF THE GREAT BUILDING HERE AND THERE THEY BEGAN TO FORM IN CLUSTERS AT THE CENTRES OF THE CLUSTERS WERE THE NEWEST STUDENTS THE ONES THAT HAD MOVED HERE THE ONES THAT HAD BEEN IN THE ROBOT SCHOOLS BEFORE
crates behind him. The metallic voice spoke. "You are tired. I suggest you go home and rest." "I'm not tired. Why can they be so blind, so uninterested in the children?" "It is our job to teach the children. You are tired. I suggest you go home and rest." How can you argue with metal? What can you add to a perfect mechanism, designed for its job, and integrated with a hundred other perfect mechanisms? What can you do when a thousand schools are so perfect they have a life of their own, with no need for human guidance, and, most significant, no failures from human weakness? Wilson stared soberly at this school, at the colossus he had helped to create. He had the feeling that it was wrong somehow, that if people would only think about it they could find that something was wrong. "You are tired." He nodded at Socrates. "Yes, I am tired. I will go home." Once, on the way home, he stared back toward the school with strange unease. * * * * * Inside the school there was the ringing of a bell. HE KICKED THE DIRT WITH HIS SHOE AND TURNED TO FIND SOCRATES BEHIND HIM THE METALLIC VOICE SPOKE YOU ARE TIRED I SUGGEST YOU GO HOME AND REST I'M NOT TIRED WHY CAN THEY BE SO BLIND SO UNINTERESTED IN THE CHILDREN IT IS OUR JOB TO TEACH THE CHILDREN YOU ARE TIRED I SUGGEST YOU GO HOME AND REST HOW CAN YOU ARGUE WITH METAL WHAT CAN YOU ADD TO A PERFECT MECHANISM DESIGNED FOR ITS JOB AND INTEGRATED WITH A HUNDRED OTHER PERFECT MECHANISMS WHAT CAN YOU DO WHEN A THOUSAND SCHOOLS ARE SO PERFECT THEY HAVE A LIFE OF THEIR OWN WITH NO NEED FOR HUMAN GUIDANCE AND MOST SIGNIFICANT NO FAILURES FROM HUMAN WEAKNESS WILSON STARED SOBERLY AT THIS SCHOOL AT THE COLOSSUS HE HAD HELPED TO CREATE HE HAD THE FEELING THAT IT WAS WRONG SOMEHOW THAT IF PEOPLE WOULD ONLY THINK ABOUT IT THEY COULD FIND THAT SOMETHING WAS WRONG YOU ARE TIRED HE NODDED AT SOCRATES YES I AM TIRED I'LL GO HOME ONCE ON THE WAY HOME HE STARED BACK TOWARD THE SCHOOL WITH STRANGE UNEASE INSIDE THE SCHOOL THERE WAS THE RINGING OF A BELL
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