DR. GALL. (_Rises_) Madame Domin, that was our trump card. I never had the least fear the Robots would win. How could they against people like us? (_Up to window. GALL rises and goes out into the balcony._) HELENA. Why didn’t you tell me? (_She rushes up to the fireplace and sees the ashes._) DR. GALL. Why, the boat’s in! HALLEMEIER. Eleven-thirty to the dot. (_Rising and going onto the balcony_) The _good old Amelia_ that brought Madame Helena to us. (_DOMIN goes out onto the balcony._) DR. GALL. Just ten years ago to the minute. HALLEMEIER. They’re throwing out the mailbags. DOMIN. Busman’s waiting for them. And Fabry will bring us the first news. You know, Helena, I’m fearfully curious to know how they-- (_Crosses to C. She gets away from fire to L. of couch_) --tackled this business in Europe. HALLEMEIER. (_Crosses down to table_) To think we weren’t in it, we who invented the Robots! (_Returning to the armchair._) HELENA. Harry-- (_Rushing to DOMIN from fireplace._) DOMIN. What is it? HELENA. Let’s leave here. DOMIN. Now, Helena? Oh, come, come. HELENA. As quickly as possible, all of us! DOMIN. Why? HELENA. Please, Harry. Please, Doctor Gall, Hallemeier, please close the factory. DOMIN. Why, none of us could leave here now. HELENA. Why? DOMIN. Because we’re about to _extend_ the manufacture of the Robots. HELENA. What, now, now after the revolt? DOMIN. Yes, precisely, after the revolt. We’re just beginning the manufacture of a new kind. HELENA. What kind? DOMIN. Henceforward we shan’t have just one factory. There won’t be _Universal_ Robots any more. We’ll establish a factory in every country, in every state, and do you know what these new factories will make? HELENA. No, what? DOMIN. _National_ Robots. HELENA. How do you mean? DOMIN. I mean that each of these factories will produce Robots of a different color, a different language. They’ll be complete strangers to each other. (_Turns; takes in HALLEMEIER and GALL_) They’ll never be able to understand each other. Then we’ll egg them on a little in the matter of misunderstanding and the result will be that for ages to come every Robot will hate every other Robot of a different factory mark. _So humanity will be safe._ HALLEMEIER. (_To each of them_) By Jove, we’ll make Negro Robots and Swedish Robots and Czechoslovakian Robots, and then-- HELENA. Harry, that’s dreadful. HALLEMEIER. Madame Domin, here’s to the hundred new factories. The _National_ Robots. (_GALL back of table L.C._) DOMIN. Helena, mankind can only keep things going for another hundred years at the outside. For a hundred years man _must_ be allowed to develop and achieve the most he can. HELENA. Oh, _close_ the factory before it’s too late. DOMIN. I tell you we are just beginning on a bigger scale than ever. (_Enter FABRY L.2; goes to L. of DOMIN._) DR. GALL. Well, Fabry? DOMIN. What’s happened? Have you been down to the boat? DR. GALL. Let’s hear.