"A minor point," conceded Jordan, coming closer. "However I didn't intend to talk about food." "I don't care what it is as long as you talk. I need conversation too." "There's Nona," began Jordan. "Exceptions, exceptions. What do I care except that I get tired of staring up at nothing? Sometimes I wish they'd planted the tank at the entrance to the hospital. People'd have to stop and talk." "For a while I was thinking of that." "No you don't," said Anti. "There are useful things that have to be done." "I abandoned the idea when I considered what your viewpoint would be. But we did move the tank once." "Never again. Anyway geepees are scarce and who else could do it?" "I could," said Jordan. He added quickly: "It's a joke." He swung along the tank until he was as close as he could get without toppling in. "Instead of something you'd forget once I left, I brought a gift." "What is it? I can't see from this angle." "It's a belt." "You doll. It's beautiful." "No it's not--merely wonderful." "I know. Save it for me, till later. It will go swoosh if acid touches it." "It positively will not react. I took care of that. There are some metals that are just about inert. It wasn't easy to cover it but I did." "You made it for me. You shouldn't have." Jordan puzzled himself with it. He hadn't much to do with it. At the most he'd made a protective covering for it. Nona was solely responsible for the way it functioned. And there was no doubt whom she intended it for; that was why he hadn't hesitated taking it. And yet, why hadn't she turned it over to Anti? It was working perfectly the first time he saw it. The logical answer was that it wasn't in operating condition, that she couldn't make it work and had laid it aside for further inspiration. But this led to nonsensical conclusions involving the repair robot. He refused to accept the conclusions. "Let's say I didn't make it entirely. I added to what was existing." He swung the belt out to her. "Are you sure it will fit? I'm quite big." "Originally it wouldn't. I had to make it longer." Anti examined the belt at length. "Hammered link effect. Primitive but striking." Jordan blushed. "I thought it was a pretty smooth job. I had to do it by hand." "It is," exclaimed Anti. "You have a strong unconscious sense of design." With trepidation she lowered it in the acid and when nothing happened she fastened it. "There," she said in triumph. "The first piece of jewelry in years. I feel like a new woman." "You are, Anti. Believe me, you are." She laughed giddily. "It's silly, but I do believe it. It's amazing what jewelry will do for a woman." "It's not exactly jewelry." Jordan tried to think of how to explain it. Anti was unscientific, or better--prescientific. "Think of it as a complicated machine that's remotely connected to your mind." "My mind? Am I supposed to be telepathic now? Is that what it is? Can I talk with anyone, no matter at what distance they are?"