Store Of The Worlds: The Stories Of Robert Sheckley - Plot & Excerpts
Properly speaking it was without intelligence, for intelligence was unnecessary. It had awareness, however, and certain tropisms, affinities, reactions. It was resourceful. Its purpose was stamped into the very metal, impressed into the circuits and tubes. And perhaps the machine retained some of the emotions that had gone into its building—the wild hopes, the fears, the frenzied race against time. But the hopes had been in vain, for the race was lost, and the great machine hung in space, incomplete and useless. But it had awareness, and certain tropisms, affinities, reactions. It was resourceful. It knew what it needed. So it scanned space, waiting for its missing components. In the region of Bootes he came to a little cherry-red sun, and as the ship swung in, he saw that one of its planets was the rare, beautiful blue-green color of Earth. “Look at this!” Fleming shouted, turning from the controls, his voice breaking with excitement.
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