The Chief nodded. "I'd like that."
They left a little early to avoid the crowd in the tube. Burke saw them leaving, and his long face grew even longer.
On the trip, Joe told his boss about the cybernetic brain, about his background and his beliefs stored in the memory circuits, and the boss listened quietly, not committing himself with any comments.
But he did say, "I certainly thought a lot of Vera. You wouldn't have to warm her in any incubating mold."
"Wait'll you see this one," Joe said.
And when she walked into the living room at home, when she acknowledged the introduction to the Chief, Joe knew the old boy was sold. The Chief could only stare.
Joe took him down to the basement then to show him the molecule agitator, the memory feeder, the instillers.
The old boy looked it over and said, quite simply, "I'll be damned!"
They went up to a perfect dinner—and incident number two.