So give me my justice!” the Wonk challenged the judge. “Not revenge. Not bring all the people back. Just let me know. Tell me what the Library couldn’t. Tell me it was the robots.” The judge’s hands curled about the lip of the pulpit as it leant forwards, an artful mimicry of taking its weight. “It was,” the voice of God pronounced, “the robots.” And, into the pin-drop quiet that admission had created, God added, “But not in the way that you think.”
