"Dismantled?"
"Down to the last nut and bolt. They've even got their secondary memory banks stripped."
Angus was thoughtfully silent a long while. "RA ..." he said finally. "Robot Assembler!"
"That's what I figured." Drummond turned back toward the robots and funneled his voice through his hands.
"Okay, you clunkers! I want all odd-numbered RAs stripped down for reconditioning!" He glanced at Angus. "When they get through, I'll have half of what's left strip the other half, and so forth."
McIntosh grinned caustically. "Brilliant! The whole operation shouldn't take more than two or three days." Then his face took on a grim cast. "Drummond, we've only got four hours left to get to those converters."
"But you don't understand. Once they get started, they'll be so busy, we'll probably be able to walk away."
Angus smiled indulgently. "Once they get started."
He nodded toward the robots.
They had all returned to their attitude of veneration.