Helena. That doesn’t matter. Robots are just as good as we are. Sulla, you wouldn’t let yourself be cut to pieces?
Sulla. Yes. (Hand away.)
Helena. Oh, you’re not afraid of death, then?
Sulla. I cannot tell, Miss Glory.
Helena. Do you know what would happen to you in there?
Sulla. Yes, I should cease to move.
Helena. How dreadful! (Looks at Sulla.)
Domin. Marius, tell Miss Glory what you are? (Turns to Helena.)
Marius. (To Helena) Marius, the Robot.
Domin. Would you take Sulla into the dissecting room?