Domin. Come here. (She goes.) Do you see anything? (Takes her arm. She is on his R.)
Helena. Bricklayers.
Domin. Robots. All our work people are Robots. And down there, can you see anything?
Helena. Some sort of office.
Domin. A counting house. And in it—
Helena. A lot of officials.
Domin. Robots! All our officials are Robots. And when you see the factory— (Noon WHISTLE blows. She is scared; puts arm on Domin. He laughs) If we don’t blow the whistle the Robots won’t stop working. In two hours I’ll show you the kneading trough. (Both come down stage. Helena is L.C. and Domin is R.C., arm in arm.)
Helena. Kneading trough?
Domin. The pestle for beating up the paste. In each one we mix the ingredients for a thousand Robots at one operation. Then there are the vats for the preparation of liver, brains, and so on. Then you will see the bone factory. After that I’ll show you the spinning mill.
Helena. Spinning mill?