_What would you do if your best robots--children of your own brain--walked up and said "We want union scale"?_ The telephone wouldn't stop ringing. Over and over it buzzed into my sleep-fogged brain, and I couldn't shut it out. Finally, in self-defense I woke up, my hand groping for the receiver.…
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