Busman. Well, what of it? How can I stop them? (Returns to L.C. table, sits and opens ledger.)
Domin. We can’t stop them.
Busman. Then let me go on with my accounts. (Goes on with his work.)
Domin. (Picks up telescope) Good God! The Ultimus has trained her guns on us.
Dr. Gall. Who’s done that?
Domin. The Robots on board.
Fabry. H’m, then of course— (Pause) Then—then that’s the end of us. (To R. corner of desk.)
Dr. Gall. You mean?
Fabry. The Robots are practised marksmen.