"I didn't fool them," I said. "I just thought about what would happen
if they won their rebellion."
That was all I _had_ done. Thought about robots built to work who had
no work to do, no human pleasures to cater to, nothing but blank,
meaningless lives. Thought about Jerry and his disappointment when his
creatures cared not a hoot about his glorious dreams of equality. All
one night I had thought, knowing that as I thought, so thought the
Morrison 5's.
They were telepaths. They had learned to think from me. They had not
yet had time to really develop minds of their own. What I believed,
they believed. My ideas were their ideas. I had not tricked them. But
from now on, neither I nor anyone else would ever be troubled by an
android rebellion.
Jack and the Chief sat back open-mouthed. Then the Chief grinned, and
both of his chins shook with laughter.
"I always did say you were a clever one, Don Morrison," he said.