“Tell me they haven’t got out,” he snapped, which Uncharles assessed as a very poor way to talk to robots. “Doctor Washburn, they have not got out,” the orderlies’ spokesrobot, Adam, said, with malicious compliance. Washburn obviously registered his own error, sighing and rolling his eyes at the intransigence of the inanimate. “Tell me,” he said through gritted teeth, “if they’ve got out.”
