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The Helpful Robots
Robert J. Shea
Published in Fantastic Universe, September 1957
This work is released under a Creative Commons Attribution Share-Alike license.
"Our people will be arriving to visit us today," the robot said.
"Shut up!" snapped Rod Rankin. He jumped, wiry and quick, out of the chair on his verandah and stared at a cloud of dust in the distance.
"Our people-" the ten-foot, cylinder-bodied robot grated, when Rod Rankin interrupted him.
"I don't care about your fool people," said Rankin. He squinted at the cloud of dust getting bigger and closer beyond the wall of kesh trees that surrounded the rolling acres of his plantation. "That damned new neighbor of mine is coming over here again."
He gestured widely, taking in the dozens of robots with their shiny, cylindrical bodies and pipestem arms and legs laboring in his fields. "Get all your people together and go hide in the wood, fast."
"It is not right," said the robot. "We were made to serve all."
"Well there are only a hundred of you, and I'm not sharing you with anybody," said Rankin.
"it is not right," the robot repeated.
"Don't talk to me about what's right," said Rankin. "You're built to follow orders, nothing else. I know a thing or two about how you robots work. You've got one law, to follow orders, and until that neighbor of mine sees you to give you orders, you work for me. Now get into those woods and hide until he goes away."
"We will go to greet those who visit us today," said the robot.
"Alright, alright, scram," said Rankin.
The robots in the fields and the one whom Rankin hand been talking to formed a column an