"Of course she—come to think of it, I've never heard her. Must say it's a relief after the usual yackety-yack. Haven't anything to talk to her about, anyway. She's just a child."
"A pretty one, though."
"Yes, she is."
"You sure don't know anything about women. If anyone made eyes at me that way, I'd do something about it."
"What, for instance?" Norm inquired dryly.
"Well, of course, I'm married. But I'd find out who she was, anyhow. Sometimes I think you're dead and don't know it."
"Sometimes I agree with you," Norm said. He fed one of the punch cards into the transmitter head, which fingered the holes and told ICWEA what the problem was. ICWEA began drawing a curve on the curve tracer. It would have taken Norm or anyone else days to arrive at the answer. "See? Skips here and there, but I can ink in the gaps."
"Looks like the pen catches on the paper a little. I'll grind the point while I'm at it. Say, that thing really thinks, doesn't it?"
"In a way. Generally, the digitals have it all over the analogues when it comes to reasoning, but I built an extra brain into her."
"Where?"