He shook his head.
"Oh, well," she shrugged, eyes feverishly bright. "Eat, drink and be merry, because tomorrow we die." She giggled half-hysterically.
Hen's nerves were keyed up to the breaking point. The girl screamed, and he almost jumped out of his skin.
"Here they come!"
He wheeled around.
Seven of the robots were advancing on their igloo. Only the eighth was missing, and he lay scattered in parts about the laboratory. They were hauling the heavy cutting torch with them.
"They're going to cut through the walls with the torch," he ejaculated. "I was afraid of that! Get on your oxygen suit!"
"What's the use?" Sofi asked despondently. "They'll kill us anyway."
He turned on her angrily, thought, "Damn these unstable hyper-thyroid types!" An expression of dawning comprehension broke across his long, narrow face. The thyroid was the great energizer, raising the energy level of the brain. And Sofi was hyper-thyroid.
Outside, the robots began setting up the apparatus. A knife of blue flame licked from the muzzle, spattered against the tough plastic.