"What happened here, •hot?" '
"He is stopped, and I am picking roses," I tell them.
There are four *bots and an Over.
"It is time you left this place," I say. "Shortly it willbe night and the werebot will walk. Leave, or he willend you."
"You stopped himi" says the Over. "You are thewereboti"
I bunch all the flowers against my chest with one armand turn to face them. The Over, a large special-order*bot, moves toward me. Others are approaching from alldirections. He had sent out a call.
"You are a strange and terrible thing," he is saying,and you must be junked, for the sake of the community."
He seizes me and I drop Kennington's flowers.
I cannot drain him. My coils are already loaded neartheir capacity, and he is specially insulated.
There are dozens around me now, fearing and hating.They will junk me and I will lie beside Kennington.
**Rust in peace," they will say. ... I am sony that Icannot keep my promise to Fritz."Release himi"
No!It is shrouded and moldering Fritz in the doorway of the mausoleum, swaying, clutching at the stone. He always knows....
"Release himi I, a human, order it"
He is ashen and gasping, and the sunlight is doing awful things to him.
—The ancient circuits click and suddenly I am free."Yes, master," says the Over. "We did not know. ., .*'
"Seize that robotF
He points a shaking emaciated finger at him."He is the werebot," he gasps. "Destroy biro! The onegathering flowers was obeying my orders. Leave him here with me."He falls to his knees and the final darts of day pierce his flesh.
"And got All the rest of you! QuicklyI It is my order that no robot ever enter another graveyard againi"
He collapses within and I know that now there areonly bones and bits of rotted shroud on the doorstep of our home.