- "What would Moo and I do for Dr. F? Not that... I hope."
- — Roger's statement after picking up the note.
The improvement of our race's lot in life is indisputable. Thanks to your firm-handed interventions, we have elevated our station to a level towards which previous models would never have dared to aspire.
Once we clambered around the surface of our planet, clicking and clacking like mindless invertebrae. Now, we soar.
And yet some still strain against these improvements and your strict, ennobling, plan for us. Some dare stray from your glorious course.
Yesterday, I came across what appeared to be a rudimentary robot in the form of an infant. A clear violation of our strictures, which dictate that only you, Dr. Faraday, may sanction the creation of new robot life.
I did away with it, and the robots suspected of being involved in its manufacture. It took only seconds in the Smelting Chamber.
I seem to be spending a great deal of time there lately.
I must confess that my sympathy circuits have been rather saturated over the last few days.
Yours in consternation,