“This, the new types. The new varieties of claws. We’re completely at their mercy, aren’t we? By now they’ve probably gotten into the UN lines, too. It makes me wonder if we’re not seeing the beginning of a new species. The new species. Evolution. The race to come after man.”
Rudi grunted. “There is no race after man.”
“No? Why not? Maybe we’re seeing it now, the end of human beings, the beginning of the new society.”
“They’re not a race. They’re mechanical killers. You made them to destroy. That’s all they can do. They’re machines with a job.”
“So it seems now. But how about later on? After the war is over. Maybe, when there aren’t any humans to destroy, their real potentialities will begin to show.”
“You talk as if they were alive!”
“Aren’t they?”
There was silence. “They’re machines,” Rudi said. “They look like people, but they’re machines.”
“Use your transmitter, Major,” Klaus said. “We can’t stay up here forever.”