Primus. I do not know, but you are beautiful.
Helena. What, Primus?
Primus. You are beautiful, Helena, and I am stronger than all the Robots.
Helena. Am I beautiful? Of what use is it to be beautiful? Look, your head is different from mine. So are your shoulders—and your lips. Oh, your hair is mussed. I will smooth it. (Keeps her hand on his head) No one else feels to my touch as you do.
Primus. (Embarrassing her) Do you not sometimes feel your heart beating suddenly, Helena, and think how something must happen?
Helena. What could happen to us, Primus? Look at yourself. (Laughs.)
Alquist. (Awakes) Laughter? Laughter, human beings. (Getting up) Who has returned? Who are you?
Primus. The Robot Primus.
Alquist. (To Helena) What? A Robot? Who are you?
Helena. The Robotess Helena. (Shies away L.)