"That answers a question I had," Hendley said thoughtfully.
"What's that?"
"About how some of the services are performed in the camp. I didn't know you had robots."
The girl lost interest. "They're handy, even if they are kind of creepy."
A small crowd now huddled around the unconscious swimmer. "Do you suppose he'll be all right?" Hendley wondered aloud.
"Looks like he's only got a broken arm," the girl said indifferently. "They'll bring him around."
Hendley stared at her, startled by her lack of concern. Before he could speak a broad-shouldered man with blond hair burned almost white by the sun heaved himself from the water to flop onto the deck beside the girl. "Two-minute break," he said loudly. "Bad luck. MTL-619 was a good guard."
Becoming aware of Hendley standing nearby, he glanced up. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "How about you? We need a player."
"Oh, I—I don't think so," Hendley demurred.
"Why not? It's fun!"