And so when Syme saw it and opened his mouth in startlement, the robot acted as it had done with its degenerate, slothful masters. Its flexible feeding tube darted out and half down the man's gullet before he could move to avoid it. And down Syme Rector's throat poured a flood of xopa-juice, nectar to Martians, but swift, terrible death to human beings....
Outside, the last doorway to Kal-Jmar closed forever, across from the cold body of Tate.