Tangled thoughts within the robot brain meshed into desperate action. It was futile. Its other arm was twisted. Its legs were wrapped into grotesque spirals. Garbled sound came from the smashed human face. The junkman went away. 2615, helpless to move, studied the body tied to the space mine. A gaping hole in the chest was still spurting blood. A shudder shook the dying man, then he was still. Nothing moved for a long time. Then there was movement outside the hatch opening. An arm dressed in the sleeve of a space officer poked in. It was followed by a face bearing the stamp of authority. The space officer straightened up and looked down at the robot. "So," he said. "A robot. I hadn't expected that. You almost got me. If you had hit me in the chest instead of the head it would be all over. Lucky I have plenty of bodies of every description. Human bodies. Your kind wouldn't fit me." "You--a robot?" 2615 said. The space officer stared at the robot, frowning. "And what if I am?" he said. "If I had known that I wouldn't have attacked you. I--I wanted to add you to--that." The robot turned its head toward the space mine. It added, "I thought you were _human_." "Mm hmm," the space officer said, nodding. "I can understand that. You hate humans." "Yes." "How would you like to help me destroy them? All of them!" A twisted metal arm twitched. "Put my brain in another body," the robot said. "That I will do," the space officer said. "But let me warn you these bodies of mine are made of better stuff than yours. One bit of treachery and I'll cripple you again." Fifteen minutes later the space officer returned with a robot body. Callously he turned the helpless robot over. He twisted the copper-colored disc and drew out the brain cylinder. As carefully, he inserted it in the hollow receptacle of the undamaged body. He stepped back and watched curiously. 2615 lay motionless for several seconds. Abruptly one of its arms moved. It turned over and sat up, then rose carefully to its feet. "Very nice," the space officer said. "Now put the mine in the airlock and we'll leave it for anyone who might be following us." 2615 obeyed. Then it turned slowly to the space officer. There was admiration in its tones. "You have the perfect answer," it said. "With human-like bodies you can go anywhere. But--I thought I was the first robot to ever escape." "So far as I know, you are," the spaceman said. "You see, I'm--but I think I will have to make sure of you before I say more." * * * * * The space mine was round and dead black. Unreflecting. It drifted out a little as the long length of the junk freighter moved ahead, and blended into the blackness of space. The dead man, twisted around it at a grotesque angle, would have appeared to be someone almost doubled over backwards with mirth, if there had been any eyes to see him.