The psychologist paid no attention. “You must tell them, but if you do, you hurt, so you mustn’t; but if you don’t, you hurt, so you must; but—” And Herbie screamed! It was like the whistling of a piccolo many times magnified—shrill and shriller till it keened with the terror of a lost soul and filled the room with the piercingness of itself. And when it died into nothingness, Herbie collapsed into a huddled heap of motionless metal. Bogert’s face was bloodless, “He’s dead!” “No!” Susan Calvin burst into body-racking gusts of wild laughter, “not dead—merely insane. I confronted him with the
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