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Rh It is you who run away from me, Helena.

Your hair is mussed. I will smooth it. No one else feels to my touch as you do. Primus, I must make you beautiful, too. [ grasps her hand.]

Do you not sometimes feel your heart beating suddenly, Helena, and think: now something must happen?

What could happen to us, Primus? [ puts a rose in hair.  and  look into mirror and burst out laughing.] Look at yourself.

Laughter? Laughter? Human beings? [Getting up.] Who has returned? Who are you?

The Robot Primus.

What? A Robot? Who are you?