‘Diziet; no! I don’t want Skaffen-Amtiskaw or anything else that thinks it can think for itself.’ ‘Hey; just refer to me as though I’m not here,’ Skaffen-Amtiskaw said. ‘Wishful thinking, drone.’ ‘Better than none at all, so above par for you,’ the machine said. He looked at the drone. ‘You sure they didn’t issue a factory-recall on your batch number?’ ‘Myself,’ said the drone, sniffily, ‘I have never been able to see what virtue there could be in something that was eighty per cent water.’
