Domin. Yes. For weaving nerves and veins. Miles and miles of digestive tubes pass through it at a time.
Helena. (Watching his gestures) Mayn’t we talk about something else?
Domin. Perhaps it would be better. There’s only a handful of us among a hundred thousand Robots, and not one woman. We talk nothing but the factory all day, and every day. It’s just as if we were under a curse, Miss Glory.
Helena. I’m sorry I said that you were lying. (A KNOCK at door R.)
Domin. Come in. (He is C.)
(From R. enter Dr. Gall, Dr. Fabry, Alquist and Dr. Hallemeier. All act formal—conscious. All click heels as introduced.)
Dr. Gall. (Noisily) I beg your pardon. I hope we don’t intrude.
Domin. No, no. Come in. Miss Glory, here are Gall, Fabry, Alquist, Hallemeier. This is President Glory’s daughter. (All move to her and shake her hand.)
Helena. How do you do?
Fabry. We had no idea—