"Does it check?" The doctor asked.
I looked at one particular blob of solder connecting a blue coated wire with a red one, and nodded.
"Yes," I said carefully.
"How about the hoods?" he asked.
I quickly examined the hoods, heavy things on maneuverable frames. They could almost have been cast from the same mold.
"They're O.K.," I said.
"Then I want to get it over with now," Dr. Moriss said.
"What!" I exclaimed.
"Yes. Now," he said. "The sooner the better. Paula isn't expecting me to do it this way."
I took a deep breath. My eyes studied the straps to be buckled around the robot in such a way that it could only release itself when it became activated by a calm intelligence, and the straps fastened into the vacant table that could be buckled and unbuckled the same way, that would keep the body from throwing itself around violently under the wild play of neutral forces set loose as the mind was plucked from the living brain.