“Acute introspection,” Fitzhugh said, losing his smile. “He began to try to compute the workings of his own brain. That meant that he had to use his non-random circuits to analyze the workings of his random circuits. He exceeded optimum; the entire brain is now entirely randomized.”
“Dear me,” said Treadmore. “Do you suppose we can—”
Black Bart Quill tapped Mike the Angel on the shoulder. “Let’s go,” he said quietly. “We don’t want to stand around listening to this when we have a ship to catch.”
Mike and Leda followed him out into the corridor.
“You know,” Quill said, “robots aren’t the only ones who can get confused watching their own brains go round.”
“I have other things to watch,” said Mike the Angel.
UNWISE CHILD
RANDALL GARRETT
Dr. Fitzhugh looked out over the faces of the crewmen.