Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 47 — page 98: what you’re looking at

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ROBOTS’ Carol added—“‘if you'll let me have the ring again.” Their kiss was interrupted by the flash of a photogra- pher’s camera. *Perfect,”’ said the Press photographer. ““When Judge Meets Judge. Or Robot Chess Match Doesn’t Lack Human Element. Which caption would you prefer?” “Rither one,’ said Mike, blinking. “So long as the picture goes on the page with the rest of the wedding announcements.” “Where are the robots?” asked Mr. Hobbs. “I haven’t seen them since the crowd left.”” “They were in the room with us for a while,’’ said Carol. “They were sitting off in a corner sort of chuckling to themselves while Mike and I talked about our house. We decided we want it on the op- posite corner of the property from your house, father.” “Fine, fine,’ said Mr. Mercer. “But where are the robots? And can they com- municate with each other?’ “Of course they can,”’ said 97 GAMBIT Mike. “‘As Carol said, we were talking and looking through the instructions for assembling the pre-fab. The robots were still there when we left to join you here in the living room.” “Well, I was just in the study and they’re not there now,” said Mr. Mercer. Mike and Carol went through the house, room by room, but the robots were gone. “You don’t suppose they ran away ?”’ asked Mr. Hobbs. He was nervously trundling himself back and forth in his wheelchair. “‘Perhaps off to the chess club? Or off to a. carnival to play on exhibition? They seemed to like the touch of publicity they got tonight.” “They wouldn’t do that,” said Mike. “It’s not in their makeup, and I mean that literally, They’re made to serve their masters to the best of their ability, and they wouldn’t do anything to in- convenience them.” “Well,” said his father, “they're gone. And where the blazes do you look for a runaway robot?” comiclooks.conn