DOMIN. Of course. It’s bound to happen. Then the servitude of man to man and the enslavement of man to matter will cease. Nobody will get bread at the cost of life and hatred. The Robots will wash the feet of the beggar and prepare a bed for him in his house. ALQUIST. Domin, Domin, what you say sounds too much like Paradise. There was something _good_ in _service_ and something _great_ in humility. There was some kind of virtue in _toil_ and _weariness_. DOMIN. Perhaps, but we cannot reckon with what is lost when we start out to transform the world. Man shall be _free_ and supreme; he shall have no other aim, no other labor, no other care than to perfect himself. He shall serve neither matter nor man. He will not be a machine and a device for production. He will be _Lord_ of creation. BUSMAN. Amen. FABRY. So be it. HELENA. (_Rises_) You have bewildered me. I should like to believe this. DR. GALL. You are younger than we are, Miss Glory. You will live to see it. HALLEMEIER. True. (_Looking around_) Don’t you think Miss Glory might lunch with us? (_All MEN rise._) DR. GALL. Of course. Domin, ask her on behalf of us all. DOMIN. Miss Glory, will you do us the honor? HELENA. When you know why I’ve come? FABRY. For the League of Humanity, Miss Glory. HELENA. Oh, in that case perhaps-- FABRY. That’s fine. (_Pause_) Miss Glory, excuse me for five minutes. (_Exits R._) HALLEMEIER. Thank you. (_Exits R. with DR. GALL._) BUSMAN. (_Whispering_) I’ll be back soon. (_Beckoning to ALQUIST, they exit._) ALQUIST. (_Starts, stops, then to HELENA, then to door_) I’ll be back in exactly five minutes. (_Exits R._) HELENA. What have they all gone for? DOMIN. To cook, Miss Glory. (_On her L._) HELENA. To cook what? DOMIN. Lunch. (_They laugh; takes her hand_) The Robots do our cooking for us and as they’ve no taste it’s not altogether-- (_She laughs._) Hallemeier is awfully _good_ at grills and Gall can make any kind of sauce, and Busman knows all about omelets. HELENA. What a feast! And what’s the specialty of Mr.--your builder? DOMIN. Alquist? Nothing. He only lays the table. And Fabry will get together a little fruit. Our cuisine is very modest, Miss Glory. HELENA. (_Thoughtfully_) I wanted to ask you something-- DOMIN. And I wanted to ask you something too--they’ll be back in five minutes. (_Looks at door R._) HELENA. What did you want to ask me? (_Sits C._) DOMIN. Excuse me, you asked first. (_Sits L. of her._) HELENA. Perhaps it’s silly of me, but why do you manufacture female Robots when--when-- DOMIN. When sex means nothing to them? HELENA. Yes. DOMIN. There’s a certain demand for them, you see. Servants, saleswomen, stenographers. People are _used_ to it. HELENA. But--but tell me, are the Robots male and female, mutually--completely without-- DOMIN. Completely indifferent to each other, Miss Glory. There’s no sign of any _affection_ between them. HELENA. Oh, that’s terrible. DOMIN. Why?