“What did it say?”
“Not much. It said it was alone. By itself.”
“You couldn’t tell it was a machine? It talked like a living person? You never suspected?”
“It didn’t say much. I noticed nothing unusual.
“It’s strange, machines so much like people that you can be fooled. Almost alive. I wonder where it’ll end.”
“They’re doing what you Yanks designed them to do,” Tasso said. “You designed them to hunt out life and destroy. Human life. Wherever they find it.”
Hendricks was watching Klaus intently. “Why did you ask me? What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing,” Klaus answered.
“Klaus thinks you’re the Second Variety,” Tasso said calmly, from behind them. “Now he’s got his eye on you.”