ON THE STREET OUTSIDE, Stanford and Riggs stood looking up at the huge house that towered above the trees.
“She’s in there now,” said Stanford. “Everything’s quiet so it must be all right.”
Riggs said, “He was crying in the garden. He ran in terror for the house. He stopped crying about the time she must have come in.”
Stanford nodded. “I was afraid we were putting it off too long, but I don’t see now how we could have done it sooner. Any outside interference would have shattered the thing he tried to do. He had to really need her. Well, it’s all right now. The timing was just about perfect.”
“You’re sure, Stanford?”
“Sure? Certainly I am sure. We created the android and we trained her. We instilled a deep maternal sense into her personality. She knows what to do. She is almost human.
