Lance was at the farm, where Dr.Delmarre told him to be. A robot met him at the front of the building, and led him to a room similar in which he had spoken to Dr.Delmarre. The image of a woman appeared.

"I am Klorrissa Cantoro."she said. "I am Dr.Delmarre's assistant."

"Oh, um, nice to meet you."he said.

She nodded.

"So, what exactly do we do here? Do I get a tour?"

The woman looked confused.

"Well, if you want to view the farm, I'll tour you. I'll enjoy the break in routine."

"Nice, so where to I meet you?"

She looked confused.

"Weren't you gonna give me a tour?"

"Well, yes, but you are meeting me."

"No, I met, personally, like..."

"Personally! Skies above! When was the last time you underwent a gene analysis?"

"Uh, never, I guess, or I must have when I was little, but not that I ever remember."

She looked distressed.

"Well, you'll obviously undergo one now!"

"Okay, that's fine, um, I guess you'll take blood from me? I hate to be poked with needles. So, where does the tour start? Um, I'll get to see everything, right? I have a very bad sense of direction, and I just can't really understand unless I'm there. It's complicated, but I want to see for myself."

She nodded, and told him to step out of the room. Her image followed him.

"This is making me dizzy. Wouldn't it just be easier if you just got here yourself?"

"Skies above! Seeing? It seem so filthy a habit."she said. "I'm not an animal!"

"What's so filthy about it, exactly?"

"This is the where all our fetuses are."she said, pointing him in the direction where there were hundreds of fetuses in controlled environments while robots checked the controls.

"And what do we do? Where did they come from? Shouldn't they be in the mother?"

"Skies above! Of course no! We get them a month after conception!"

"But there's nothing to see here, though, I guess. What happens afterwards?"

"Well, we test them to see if there are any defects, and whether birth can be risked."

"Risked?"

"Only healthy children can be born. And now let me direct you to the infant room."

He was in a room where there were hundreds of babies, with robots attending them.

"They take a tremendous sum of robots. One per baby. They sicken if they don't get attention. We insist that they sleep alone from the very first, of course. But they're more trouble as they get older."

"And where do they go after this?"

"To estates of their own. The number of graduates is equal to the number of deaths, counting on a life expectancy of three hundred years."

"Three hundred years!"

"Yes. As they grow older, they insist on playing with one another. You see."she told him, indicating the children running on the lawn. We let them, but of course, they have one day of viewing only, no seeing, and as they get older, there's two days a week, and so forth."

Lance smiled.

"What are they playing?"

"The robots organize games for them."

Lance ran to join them.

"Mr.Alvers! No one interferes unless it's necessary!"screamed Klorissa.

"But why not? Hey, kids!"

"It's so filthy a habit!"she said.

"I'm gonna start working here."he told the kids. "So, what are you guys playing?"

He turned to Klorissa.

"You know, I think I'm gonna like this job."

One of the children began to try to beat another.

"No, don't!"said Klorissa. "The robots can't usually discipline them, because they say they hurt them! And by the First Law, a robot can't harm a human being, and the children hold them at bay."

Lance went, and stopped him.

"See, you just have to shake some sense into them."Lance told her.

Klorissa stared, then smiled.

"Now I see why the boss wanted you here! You certainly are hardened to deal with children. You must have a very unique genetic make up."she said. "And I thought I was hardened to it."she laughed. "I could never intervene like that."she said, smiling. "Well, you still must have your gene analysis done. A robot will lead you."

Back at the Brotherhood estate, several robots were being sent to the robot repair rooms.

"They're too damn slow!"complained Pietro. "You gotta make them faster!"he told the robot in charge.

"Yes, Master."

"The robots could not follow the Second Law, due to the fact that they are too slow to follow your orders."

One robot brought Fred a sandwich.

"But I didn't want tuna!"

He grabbed the robot and threw it across the room. It landed with an amazing crash on the opposite wall. Several robots came to take the robot away, and fix the wall.

"Where's my sandwich!"

Another robot cleaned the mess, and still another brought him the sandwich.

"Hey, yo, where're the flies in this place."

"The estate is not able to fly, Master."

"I meant houseflies, yo. I'm gonna go to the swamp."

"As you wish, Master."

"We need a roboticist."said Daneel. "Perhaps he can make the robots faster."

"Then get him over here."

Daneel went the robot in the conversation room.

"I need a roboticist. The best on the planet. The masters want the robots to have greater speed. Quickly."