"Well, God or Jackson, we'd better get back to the ship or this is going to be a long visitation."
Drummond faced the almost prostrate robots and made a megaphone of his hands. "All right, you guys! How's about knocking it off?"
Slowly, the robots reared erect, waiting.
"Take us back to our ship!"
RA-204 stepped forward. "Again Thou art testing us, O Jackson."
Angus spread his arms imploringly. "Look, fellows. We're men. We're—"
"Thou art our Supervisor!" the throng roared.
"One of you is Jackson," explained 204. "The other is a Divine Test. We must learn which is the True Supervisor."
"You're not being tested!" McIntosh insisted.