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110 Because we'd be on board your Ultimus and well out at sea. Within a month, Helena, we'd be dictating our own terms to the Robots.

I don't understand.

We'd take something away with us that the Robots could not exist without.

What, Harry?

The secret of their manufacture. Old Rossum's manuscript. As soon as they found out that they couldn't make themselves they'd be on their knees to us.

Madame Domin, that was our trump card. I never had the least fear that the Robots would win. How could they against people like us?

Why didn't you tell me?