Now Alix said, "I never thought much about Joe, either way." "What have you been thinking?" Manny asked. "I've been thinking," Alix said slowly, "that we fight man's wars and pulverate his garbage and dehydrate his sewerage, but we're not citizens. Why, Manny?" "We're not human. We're not--orthodox." Manny was watching him closely as he spoke. "Not human? They feed us Bach and Brahms and Beethoven and Shakespeare and Voltaire in our incubation period, don't they? And all the others I've forced myself to forget. Does this--this _soul_ come from somewhere outside the system?" "I guess it does. They don't feed us much religion, but I guess it comes from God." "And what's He like?" "It would depend upon who you ask, I guess," Manny said. "Sort of a superman. From Him they get their charity and tolerance and justice and all the rest of their noble attributes." Manny's laugh was bitter. "How they love themselves." "They're so sure about everything else," Alix said, "but not very sure of their God. Is that it?" "That's about it. I heard one man say He watches when a sparrow falls. I guess we're less than the sparrows, Alix." There was a silence, and then Manny put a hand on Alix's shoulder. "We've got about fifteen minutes, and I've got a million things to say. Maybe I should have said them earlier." Alix turned at the gravity of Manny's voice. His lumagel eyes went over Manny's dark face, absorbing his rigid intensity. Whatever it was that was coming, it was more important than the fight. Manny said quietly, "Win this one, and blood will run in the streets, Alix." "Human blood?" "White man's blood. We've got the Negro, and the Jap and the Chinamen and all the rest of them who got their rights so recently. And what kind of rights have they got? Civil, not in the people's hearts. You think those races don't know it? We were talking of their God, Alix. Well, the robots have one, too. His name is Alix 1340." "Manny, you've gone crazy." "Have I? Joe Nettleton's one of us, Alix. This was his scheme, and the four men who run the switch at the personnel center; they're ours, too. Top robots. Their I.Q.'s all crowding two hundred. We've got the brains, Alix, and the man power. We've got the combined venom of a billion non-whites. And now we've got you." "A pug. What kind of god would I make? You're off the beam, Manny." "Am I? Did I ever give you anything but the straight dope? They adore you, Alix. You've been a model to them. You could be their king, if you say the word." "You've been setting this up, you and Joe Nettleton? This fight tonight's the crisis? You've been building toward tonight." "But it takes a front man, a symbol. You're the only one who can be that. You're the only one they'd all back."