Helena. Perhaps this hatred is more like human beings, too?
Dr. Gall. That too is progress.
Helena. What became of the girl you made, the one who was most like us?
Dr. Gall. Your favorite? I kept her. She’s lovely, but stupid. No good for work.
Helena. But she’s so beautiful.
Dr. Gall. I called her “Helena.” I wanted her to resemble you. She is a failure.
Helena. In what way?
Dr. Gall. She goes about as if in a dream, remote and listless. She’s without life. I watch and wait for a miracle to happen. Sometimes I think to myself: “If you were to wake up only for a moment you would kill me for having made you.”
Helena. And yet you go on making Robots! Why are no more children being born?
Dr. Gall. We don’t know.