“I want to file citizenship papers,” I said. “I am Adam Link, the robot.”
The official, Dahlgren by name, stared at me.
Jack Hall and Tom Link, my friends, stood beside me. Also Eve, of course, my metal mate. We had decided, after long discussion, to try this. Tom had previously sent applications to Washington, but they had been ignored. He had finally said perhaps the best course was the most direct—for me to apply in person at the Federal Building, in this city where I was known widely. So now, I had the complete papers drawn up, with Tom’s help, for both Eve and myself.
Our first “naturalization” papers.
“Impossible,” snapped the official finally. His face reddened. He felt we were making a fool of him. “Citizenship is granted only to—uh—human beings.”
Tom spoke up sharply.
“Can y
