Then I got out and said hello to Vicki and Fred as casually as possible. Vicki kissed me warmly on the mouth, which she does when she's excited, and then clung to me and let the day's tension soak out of her. How you get tense in a Twenty-first Century home in the midst of the Canadian wilderness is something I've never been able to figure out, but Vicki's super-imagination managed daily to defeat her doctor's orders for peace and quiet. "I'm glad you're home, dear," she said. "When Fred came over ahead of time I knew something was up, and I'm all unraveled with curiosity." Just then Soth emerged from the boat with our whole week's supply of foodstuffs and assorted necessities bundled under his long arms. "Oh, dear God, a dinner guest!" Vicki exclaimed. Tears started into her reproachful eyes and her slender little figure stiffened in my arms. * * * * * I swung her around, hooked arms with her and Fred, and started up the path. "Not a guest," I told her. "He's a servant who will make the beds, clean up and all sorts of things, and if you don't like him we'll turn him in on a new model laundry unit, and don't start worrying about being alone with him--he's a robot." "A robot!" Fred said, and both their heads swiveled to stare back. "Yes," I said. "That's why I wanted you here tonight, Fred. I'd like to have you sort of go over him and--well, you know--" I didn't want to say, _make sure he's safe_. Not in Vicki's presence. But Fred caught my eye and nodded. I started to tell them of my visitor, and the contract with the castaways from space. Halfway through, Clumsy interrupted me with his excited barking. I looked back. Clumsy was galloping a frantic circle around Soth, cutting in and out, threatening to make an early dinner of the intruder's leg. Before I could speak, Soth opened his lips and let out a soft hiss through his white teeth. Clumsy flattened to the ground and froze, and Soth continued after us without a further glance at the dog. Fred looked at Vicki's tense face and laughed. "I'll have to learn that trick ... Clumsy's chewed the cuffs off three pairs of my best slacks." Vicki smiled uncertainly, and went into the house. I showed Soth where to stow the supplies, and told him to remain in the kitchen. He just froze where he stood. Fred was making drinks when I returned to the living room. "Looks docile enough, Cliff," he told me. "Strong as a horse and gentle as a lamb," I said. "I want you two to help me find out what his talents are. I'll have to prepare a paper on him for the board of directors Monday." There were nervous whitecaps on Vicki's drink. I patted her shoulder. "I'll break him into the housekeeping routine, honey. You won't have him staring over your shoulder." She tried to relax. "But he's so quiet--and big!"