Alquist. I do pray.
Helena. How?
Alquist. Something like this: “Oh, Lord, I thank thee for having given me toil; enlighten Domin and all those who are astray; destroy their work, and aid mankind to return to their labors; let them not suffer harm in soul or body; deliver us from the Robots, and protect Helena. Amen.”
Helena. (Touches his arm; pats it) Mr. Alquist, are you a believer?
Alquist. I don’t know. I’m not quite sure.
Helena. And yet you pray?
Alquist. That’s better than worrying about it.
Helena. And that’s enough for you?
Alquist. (Ironically) It has to be.
Helena. But if you thought you saw the destruction of mankind coming upon us—