“With their brains, of course.”
“But you just said—”
“I said they didn’t carry them. Each robot is in constant radio communication with the Master Control on its TBR circuit—the ‘Talk Between Robots’ radio. Master Control gives the answer, the robot acts.”
“I see,” said Morey. “Well, that’s very interesting, but—”
“But you still don’t see,” said Newman. “Figure it out. If the robot gets information from Master Control, do you see that Master Control in return necessarily gets information from the robot?”
“Oh,” said Morey. Then, louder, “Oh! You mean that all my robots have been—” The words wouldn’t come.
Newman nodded in satisfaction. “Every bit of information of that sort comes to us as a matter of course. Why, Mr. Fry, if you hadn’t come in today, we would have been sending for you within a very short time.”
That was the second surprise. Morey bore up under it bravely. After all, it changed nothing, he reminded himself.
He said, “Well, be that as it may, sir, here I am. I came in of my own free will. I’ve been using my robots to consume my ration quotas—”
“Indeed you have,” said Newman.