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Fan, issue 2, July 1945

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his Falcon entered."
"Ric Vann! Vanmartin and the Falcon and the Air Derby and anything else you think you're going to mention can wait! If you want me to file my Declaration for you---"
"I know," he said glumly, "it's an ultimatum." Whenever she called him by both his names it meant that or worse.
She softened. "And Ric -- you're not to see me any more until my birthday. I'll be out on the roof painting, at eight o'clock. With a launch as fast as yours we should make it in about twenty hours. Oh, it'll be exciting!" She almost hugged herself at the thought.
"Oh, if my friends ever hear of this," Ric muttered.
"What did you say, Ric?"
" Nothing. I just said goodnight."
"But wait, I want to give you the location of that island." She made him copy it down, exactly as her cousin had given it to her.
Ric moved to the door. Without warning Francine, the robot, left her niche and went somewhere and brought his hat to him.
"See?" Myra laughed delightedly. "Isn't she wonderful? That was her tenth and final act for today. In the morning I'll have to tell her ten more things to do."
But Ric wasn't listening. He was standing stock still. That almost human act of the robots had given him an idea, a sudden and startling and fantastic idea! He pondered it a moment, frowning, incredulous at the audacity of his own thoughts. He shook his head, moved for the door -- and then looked at Francine again.
His idea overwhelmed him. Why not? He only had to make sure that it was safe! A smile replaced his frown, and he chuckled to himself. 
Myra thought he was amused at Francine. "Shall I make her perform some more for you?" she asked.
"Yes, please do! I was going to ask you."
Francine performed smoothly and faithfully, fetching things and completing little tasks Myra assigned to her.
"She'll really do more complicated things than these," Myra said proudly, "if I set the dials for it."
"Oh, yes. We tried that. I gave Francine an order, and just for fun father tried to stop her. She brushed him aside not too gently, and carried out my order."
Ric was satisfied -- plenty!
"Myra, I'm going to get me one! Who did you say puts them out?"

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31 his Falcon entered." "Ric Vann! Vanmartin and the Falcon and the Air Derby and anything else you think you're going to mention can wait! If you want me to file my Declaration for you---" "I know," he said glumly, "it's an ultimatum." Whenever she called him by both his names it meant that or worse. She softened. "And Ric -- you're not to see me any more until my birthday. I'll be out on the roof painting, at eight o'clock. With a launch as fast as yours we should make it in about twenty hours. Oh, it'll be exciting!" She almost hugged herself at the thought. "Oh, if my friends ever hear of this," Ric muttered. "What did you say, Ric?" " Nothing. I just said goodnight." "But wait, I want to give you the location of that island." She made him copy it down, exactly as her cousin had given it to her. Ric moved to the door. Without warning Francine, the robot, left her niche and went somewhere and brought his hat to him. "See?" Myra laughed delightedly. "Isn't she wonderful? That was her tenth and final act for today. In the morning I'll have to tell her ten more things to do." But Ric wasn't listening. He was standing stock still. That almost human act of the robots had given him an idea, a sudden and startling and fantastic idea! He pondered it a moment, frowning, incredulous at the audacity of his own thoughts. He shook his head, moved for the door -- and then looked at Francine again. His idea overwhelmed him. Why not? He only had to make sure that it was safe! A smile replaced his frown, and he chuckled to himself. Myra thought he was amused at Francine. "Shall I make her perform some more for you?" she asked. "Yes, please do! I was going to ask you." Francine performed smoothly and faithfully, fetching things and completing little tasks Myra assigned to her. "She'll really do more complicated things than these," Myra said proudly, "if I set the dials for it." "Oh, yes. We tried that. I gave Francine an order, and just for fun father tried to stop her. She brushed him aside not too gently, and carried out my order." Ric was satisfied -- plenty! "Myra, I'm going to get me one! Who did you say puts them out?"