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I had to answer to Benson, but I hesitated; if I did him/it I would have had to invent a lie, it was not the case to inform him/it about the death of Fei. What would you/he/she have done then? You/he/she would probably have closed the discourse with the prisoners and you/he/she would have gone.
No. Fei was alive; however, I could not reply his/her voice. I would have been able, with the time and other circumstances. I could speak only now. Or to keep silent. But there was perhaps an interesting alternative.
«Fei, for once uses that damned robots in useful way» I said, with low-power and foundation disturbed to beautiful mail. I attended some second in silence.
«If he/she wants here to go out from, it is well that gives me straight line» I taken back, burdening the voice of a beautiful dose of irritation.
«Fei?» Benson exclaimed.
«Of accord» I did me. «But sees to be calm. I know him/it that I have the transmitting station most powerful of his. I will try. Is there someone who feels me, up there?»
«I feel well enough you. What have you done to Fei?» he/she asked Benson.
"I have killed him, you/he/she has done alone rather everything," I had the temptation to answer.
«Sorry, Fei. It also feels him/it her. Or they have gone to a party without warning, or their transmitting stations don't succeed in overcoming these damned walls of rock.»
It was believable, running away I had crossed at least centocinquanta meters in vertical, surrounded by those same boundaries that created problems of communication toward the outside.
«Curse» it murmured Benson.
I attended some instant for lasciar to intend that he/she spoke Fei.
«This is the good idea that has had today» I said. «Rather, the only one. I will do as it says. Only holds that robots away from me. Therefore. if someone than above it feels me: there has been to collapse. The robot. It is heavy as a house and you/he/she has started to idiot smanacciare. We are well but we are surrounded by the rocks. The robot is a raw too tool. You/he/she cannot help us, it would make us collapse all I set. They serve two people. One on the shoulders of the other to remove few from few the batteries of rocks that prevent us from going out.»
I allowed to flow some second.
«It is kind» I taken back. «If you have not felt shoots her/it of Fei, I will repeat her/it me. And if you won't feel mine. beh, goes to the devil all how much. To benefit of Benson": you come to take me curse. And he/she leaves here this marble ache succeeded." If I can add something of mine, alone caldeggerei the first suggestion.»
Benson hesitated.
«You have intention to let them to decay down there?» it incited Lidya.
«Not to hinder you» it said Benson. You/he/she was intensely thinking. «They serve two people. I could go down and to give the backpack of the oxygen of Lidya to one of you. But who tells me that it would not try to rub me? No. Two will go of you with the backpack. Only that. You will do some for one with the oxygen. You free Fei. Considered that I remain here together with the others two with this lance to point, therefore nothing jokes.»
«I will go» it proposed Lidya. «I am more in strengths.»
«And Zeld» concluded Benson.
They followed few instants of preparations; they had to systematize the backpack on the two shoulders of one, then to predispose for an easy alternation in the aspiration of the oxygen.
Unfortunately that so you/they were not done for contemporarily serving two people, the astronauts would have had to give him the change doing each a beautiful inspiration for then to connect the other. A bother I don't deprive of risks. I remained waiting for the events; I was stretched out on the fund of the small sea that had invaded us, the atmosphere it almost seemed unreal. There was no complete obscurity, also in the field of the visible one; I could notice the diffused brightness of the last lamps of the vain staircases, even if I was not able to directly observe her.
Their light bounced on the walls and came up to me very attenuated. Water was full of delicate reflexes.
It was not quite turbid: apart the slaughter house that the robot had done, there were well few dusts in that environment missing any erosive agent.
In the water they slowly stirred lower case letters figures umbratili: they had to be the fragments of the robot, that giant was gone out battered from the impact with the rocks. But there were also splinters of pietrame, thin and to read, that you/they slipped among the billows; they skated downward in their gradual and irregular motion. The cavern he was still arranging.
I repeated more times the application of help, simulating sour conversations with Fei, and I remained in attended with patience.
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