Fabry. For work, Miss Glory. One Robot can replace two and a half workmen. The human machine, Miss Glory, was terribly imperfect. It had to be removed sooner or later.
Busman. It was too expensive.
Fabry. It was not effective. It no longer answers the requirements of modern engineering. Nature has no idea of keeping pace with modern labor. For example, from a technical point of view, the whole of childhood is a sheer absurdity. So much time lost. And then again—
Helena. (Turns to Domin) Oh, no, no!
Fabry. Pardon me. What is the real aim of your League—the—the Humanity League?
Helena. Its real purpose is to—to protect the Robots—and—and to insure good treatment for them.
Fabry. Not a bad object, either. A machine has to be treated properly. (Leans back) I don’t like damaged articles. Please, Miss Glory, enroll us all members of your league. (“Yes, yes!” from all Men.)
Helena. No, you don’t understand me. What we really want is to—to—liberate the Robots. (Looks at all Others.)
Hallemeier. How do you propose to do that?
Helena. They are to be—to be dealt with like human beings.