They had come to pass judgement on him. He had violated their law--wilfully, ignorantly, and very deliberately.
"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 and marched off into the trackless forests behind his plantation.
A battered old ground-car drove up a few minutes later. A tall, broad-shouldered man with a deep tan got out and walked up the path to Rankin's verandah.
A truly stupid, simpleton story. Incredibly short, and not worth the time to read at that.
Well, I thought it was nothing like I, Robot. But it is a very good story, I enjoyed it.
A bit like an I, Robot story.