Act 1

31 min

Scene: Central office of the factory of Rossum’s Universal Robots. Entrance R. down Right. The windows on the back wall look out on the endless roads of factory buildings. Door L. down Left. On the Left wall large maps showing steamship and railroad routes. On the Right wall are fastened printed placards. (“Robots cheapest Labor,” etc.) In contrast to these wall fittings, the floor is covered with splendid Turkish carpet, a couch R.C. A book shelf containing bottles of wine and spirits, instead of books. Domin is sitting at his desk at Left, dictating. Sulla is at the typewriter upstage against the wall. There is a leather couch with arms Right Center. At the extreme Right an armchair. At extreme Left a chair. There is also a chair in front of Domin’s desk. Two green cabinets across the upstage corners of the room complete the furniture. Domin’s desk is placed up and down stage facing Right. Seen through the windows which run to the heights of the room are rows of factory chimneys, telegraph poles and wires. There is a general passageway or hallway upstage at the Right Center which leads to the warehouse. The Robots are brought into the office through this entrance.

Scene: The central office of the Rossum’s Universal Robots factory. An entrance is downstage right. The windows on the back wall overlook the endless roads of factory buildings. A door is downstage left. Large maps of steamship and railroad routes hang on the left wall. Printed placards are fastened to the right wall. (“Robots cheapest Labor,” etc.) In contrast to these wall decorations, a splendid Turkish carpet covers the floor. A couch stands right center. A bookshelf holds bottles of wine and spirits instead of books. Domin sits at his desk on the left, dictating. Sulla is at the typewriter upstage against the wall. There is a leather couch with arms at right center. An armchair stands at the far right, and a chair stands at the far left. There is also a chair in front of Domin’s desk. Two green cabinets in the upstage corners complete the furniture. Domin’s desk runs from upstage to downstage and faces right. Through the windows, which reach to the top of the room, are rows of factory chimneys, telegraph poles, and wires. A hallway at right center upstage leads to the warehouse. The Robots are brought into the office through this entrance.

Domin. (Dictating) Ready?

Sulla. Yes.

Domin. To E. M. McVicker & Co., Southampton, England. “We undertake no guarantee for goods damaged in transit. As soon as the consignment was taken on board we drew your captain’s attention to the fact that the vessel was unsuitable for the transportation of Robots; and we are therefore not responsible for spoiled freight. We beg to remain, for Rossum’s Universal Robots, yours truly.” (Sulla types the lines.) Ready?

Domin. To E. M. McVicker & Co., Southampton, England. “We do not guarantee goods damaged in transit. As soon as the shipment was loaded, we told your captain that the vessel was unsuitable for transporting Robots. We are therefore not responsible for the damaged goods. Yours truly, for Rossum’s Universal Robots.” (Sulla types the lines.) Ready?

Sulla. Yes.

Domin. Another letter. To the E. B. Huysen Agency, New York, U.S.A. “We beg to acknowledge receipt of order for five thousand Robots. As you are sending your own vessel, please dispatch as cargo equal quantities of soft and hard coal for R.U.R., the same to be credited as part payment (BUZZER) of the amount due us.” (Answering phone) Hello! This is the central office. Yes, certainly. Well, send them a wire. Good. (Rises) “We beg to remain, for Rossum’s Universal Robots, yours very truly.” Ready?

Domin. Another letter. To the E. B. Huysen Agency, New York, U.S.A. “We acknowledge receipt of your order for five thousand Robots. Since you are sending your own vessel, please send equal amounts of soft and hard coal as cargo for R.U.R. The coal will be credited as partial payment (BUZZER) of the amount you owe us.” (Answering phone) Hello! This is the central office. Yes, certainly. Well, send them a telegram. Good. (Rises) “Yours sincerely, for Rossum’s Universal Robots.” Ready?

Sulla. Yes.

Domin. (Answering small portable phone) Hello! Yes. No. All right. (Standing back of desk, punching plug machine and buttons) Another letter. Freidrichswerks, Hamburg, Germany. “We beg to acknowledge receipt of order for fifteen thousand Robots.” (Enter Marius R.) Well, what is it?

Domin. (Answering a small portable phone) Hello! Yes. No. All right. (Standing behind the desk, pressing the plug machine and buttons) Another letter. Freidrichswerks, Hamburg, Germany. “We confirm that we received your order for fifteen thousand Robots.” (Enter Marius R.) Well, what is it?

Marius. There’s a lady, sir, asking to see you.

Marius. A woman is asking to see you, sir.

Domin. A lady? Who is she?

Domin. A woman? Who is she?

Marius. I don’t know, sir. She brings this card of introduction.

Marius. I don’t know, sir. She brought this letter of introduction.

Domin. (Reading card) Ah, from President Glory. Ask her to come in— (To Sulla. Crossing up to her desk, then back to his own) Where did I leave off?

Domin. (Reading card) Oh, from President Glory. Ask her to come in. (To Sulla. Walking to her desk, then back to his own) Where did I leave off?

Sulla. “We beg to acknowledge receipt of order for fifteen thousand Robots.”

Sulla. “We confirm that we have received your order for fifteen thousand Robots.”

Domin. Fifteen thousand. Fifteen thousand.

Marius. (At door R.) Please step this way.

Marius. (At door R.) Please come this way.

(Enter Helena. Exit Marius R.)

Helena. (Crossing to desk) How do you do?

Helena. (Walking to the desk) Hello.

Domin. How do you do? What can I do for you?

Domin. Hello. What can I do for you?

Helena. You are Mr. Domin, the General Manager?

Helena. Are you Mr. Domin, the general manager?

Domin. I am.

Helena. I have come—

Helena. I've come...

Domin. With President Glory’s card. That is quite sufficient.

Domin. With President Glory’s card. That’s enough.

Helena. President Glory is my father. I am Helena Glory.

Domin. Please sit down. Sulla, you may go. (Exit Sulla L. Sitting down L. of desk) How can I be of service to you, Miss Glory?

Domin. Please sit down. Sulla, you can go. (Exit Sulla L. Sitting down L. of desk) How can I help you, Miss Glory?

Helena. I have come— (Sits R. of desk.)

Helena. I came... (Sits to the right of the desk.)

Domin. To have a look at our famous works where people are manufactured. Like all visitors. Well, there is no objection.

Domin. To see our famous factory where people are made. Like all visitors. Well, I have no objection.

Helena. I thought it was forbidden to—

Helena. I thought it was forbidden to...

Domin. To enter the factory? Yes, of course. Everybody comes here with someone’s visiting card, Miss Glory.

Domin. To enter the factory? Yes, of course. Everyone comes here with someone’s calling card, Miss Glory.

Helena. And you show them—

Helena. And you show them...

Domin. Only certain things. The manufacture of artificial people is a secret process.

Domin. Only certain things. Making artificial people is a secret process.

Helena. If you only knew how enormously that—

Helena. If you only knew how much that...

Domin. Interests you. Europe’s talking about nothing else.

Helena. (Indignantly turning front) Why don’t you let me finish speaking?

Helena. (Turning to face front indignantly) Why won't you let me finish speaking?

Domin. (Drier) I beg your pardon. Did you want to say something different?

Domin. (More dryly) Sorry. Did you want to say something else?

Helena. I only wanted to ask—

Helena. I only wanted to ask...

Domin. Whether I could make a special exception in your case and show you our factory. Why, certainly, Miss Glory.

Domin. Whether I could make a special exception for you and show you our factory. Why, of course, Miss Glory.

Helena. How do you know I wanted to say that?

Domin. They all do. But we shall consider it a special honor to show you more than we do the rest.

Domin. They all do. But we would consider it a special honor to show you more than we show the others.

Helena. Thank you.

Domin. (Standing) But you must agree not to divulge the least—

Domin. (Standing) But you must agree not to reveal even the slightest...

Helena. (Standing and giving him her hand) My word of honor.

Helena. (Standing and offering him her hand) I give you my word.

Domin. Thank you. (Looking at her hand) Won’t you raise your veil?

Domin. Thank you. (Looking at her hand) Will you lift your veil?

Helena. Of course. You want to see whether I’m a spy or not—I beg your pardon.

Helena. Of course. You want to see if I’m a spy or not. I’m sorry.

Domin. (Leaning forward) What is it?

Helena. Would you mind releasing my hand?

Helena. Would you mind letting go of my hand?

Domin. (Releasing it) Oh, I beg your pardon.

Domin. (Letting it go) Oh, I’m sorry.

Helena. (Raising veil) How cautious you have to be here, don’t you?

Helena. (Raising veil) You have to be so careful here, don’t you?

Domin. (Observing her with deep interest) Why, yes. Hm—of course—We—that is—

Domin. (Watching her with great interest) Why, yes. Hmm, of course. We, that is...

Helena. But what is it? What’s the matter?

Helena. But what is it? What’s wrong?

Domin. I’m remarkably pleased. Did you have a pleasant crossing?

Domin. I’m very pleased. Did you have a pleasant trip across?

Helena. Yes.

Domin. No difficulty?

Domin. No trouble?

Helena. Why?

Domin. What I mean to say is—you’re so young.

Domin. What I mean is, you’re so young.

Helena. May we go straight into the factory?

Helena. Can we go straight into the factory?

Domin. Yes. Twenty-two, I think.

Helena. Twenty-two what?

Domin. Years.

Helena. Twenty-one. Why do you want to know?

Domin. Well, because—as— (Sits on desk nearer her) You will make a long stay, won’t you?

Domin. Well, because, as... (Sits on desk nearer her) You’ll stay a long time, won’t you?

Helena. (Backing away R.) That depends on how much of the factory you show me.

Domin. (Rises; crosses to her) Oh, hang the factory. Oh, no, no, you shall see everything, Miss Glory. Indeed you shall. Won’t you sit down? (Takes her to couch R.C. She sits. Offers her cigarette from case at end of sofa. She refuses.)

Domin. (Stands up and walks over to her) Oh, forget the factory. Oh, no, no, you’ll see everything, Miss Glory. You certainly will. Won’t you sit down? (Leads her to the couch R.C. She sits. He offers her a cigarette from the case at the end of the sofa. She refuses.)

Helena. Thank you.

Domin. But first would you like to hear the story of the invention?

Domin. But first, would you like to hear the story of the invention?

Helena. Yes, indeed.

Helena. Yes, certainly.

Domin. (Crosses to L.C. near desk) It was in the year 1920 that old Rossum, the great physiologist, who was then quite a young scientist, took himself to the distant island for the purpose of studying the ocean fauna. (She is amused.) On this occasion he attempted by chemical synthesis to imitate the living matter known as protoplasm until he suddenly discovered a substance which behaved exactly like living matter although its chemical composition was different. That was in the year 1932, exactly four hundred and forty years after the discovery of America. Whew—

Domin. (Crosses to L.C. near desk) In 1920, old Rossum, the great physiologist, went to a distant island to study ocean life. He was quite a young scientist then. (She is amused.) There he tried to imitate living matter, known as protoplasm, through chemical synthesis. He kept trying until he suddenly discovered a substance that behaved exactly like living matter, although its chemical composition was different. That was in 1932, exactly four hundred and forty years after the discovery of America. Whew.

Helena. Do you know that by heart?

Domin. (Takes flowers from desk to her) Yes. You see, physiology is not in my line. Shall I go on?

Domin. (Takes flowers from the desk and gives them to her) Yes. You see, physiology isn't my field. Should I go on?

Helena. (Smelling flowers) Yes, please.

Domin. (Center) And then, Miss Glory, Old Rossum wrote the following among his chemical experiments: “Nature has found only one method of organizing living matter. There is, however, another method, more simple, flexible and rapid which has not yet occurred to Nature at all. This second process by which life can be developed was discovered by me today.” Now imagine him, Miss Glory, writing those wonderful words over some colloidal mess that a dog wouldn’t look at. Imagine him sitting over a test tube and thinking how the whole tree of life would grow from him, how all animals would proceed from it, beginning with some sort of a beetle and ending with a man. A man of different substance from us. Miss Glory, that was a tremendous moment. (Gets box of candy from desk and passes it to her.)

Domin. (Center) And then, Miss Glory, Old Rossum wrote this among his chemical experiments: “Nature has found only one way to organize living matter. But there is another method, simpler, more flexible, and faster, that Nature has never thought of. Today I discovered this second process for developing life.” Now imagine him, Miss Glory, writing those wonderful words over some colloidal mess that a dog wouldn’t look at. Imagine him sitting over a test tube, thinking how the whole tree of life would grow from him. He imagined all animals coming from it, starting with some kind of beetle and ending with a man. A man made of different stuff than we are. Miss Glory, that was a tremendous moment. (Gets a box of candy from the desk and offers it to her.)

Helena. Well—

Helena. Well...

Domin. (As she speaks his portable PHONE lights up and he answers) Well—Hello!—Yes—no, I’m in conference. Don’t disturb me.

Domin. (As she speaks, his portable PHONE lights up and he answers) Well. Hello! Yes, no, I’m in a meeting. Don’t disturb me.

Helena. Well?

Domin. (Smile) Now, the thing was how to get the life out of the test tubes, and hasten development and form organs, bones and nerves, and so on, and find such substances as catalytics, enzymes, hormones in short—you understand?

Domin. (Smile) Now, the question was how to get life out of the test tubes and speed up development. We also had to form organs, bones, nerves, and so on, and find substances like catalysts, enzymes, and hormones. In short, do you understand?

Helena. Not much, I’m afraid.

Domin. Never mind. (Leans over couch and fixes cushion for her back) There! You see with the help of his tinctures he could make whatever he wanted. He could have produced a Medusa with the brain of Socrates or a worm fifty yards long— (She laughs. He does also; leans closer on couch, then straightens up again) —but being without a grain of humor, he took into his head to make a vertebrate or perhaps a man. This artificial living matter of his had a raging thirst for life. It didn’t mind being sown or mixed together. That couldn’t be done with natural albumen. And that’s how he set about it.

Domin. Never mind. (Leans over the couch and adjusts the cushion behind her back) There! You see, with his tinctures, he could make whatever he wanted. He could have made a Medusa with Socrates’ brain or a worm fifty yards long. (She laughs. He laughs too, leans closer on the couch, then straightens up again) But he had no sense of humor, so he decided to make a vertebrate, or perhaps a man. His artificial living matter had a fierce thirst for life. It didn’t mind being sown or mixed together. You couldn’t do that with natural albumen. And that’s how he set about it.

Helena. About what?

Domin. About imitating Nature. First of all he tried making an artificial dog. That took him several years and resulted in a sort of stunted calf which died in a few days. I’ll show it to you in the museum. And then old Rossum started on the manufacture of man.

Domin. About imitating nature. First, he tried to make an artificial dog. It took him several years. The result was a sort of stunted calf that died in a few days. I’ll show it to you in the museum. And then old Rossum started making man.

Helena. And I’m to divulge this to nobody?

Helena. And I’m not to tell anyone about this?

Domin. To nobody in the world.

Domin. To no one in the world.

Helena. What a pity that it’s to be discovered in all the school books of both Europe and America. (Both laugh.)

Helena. What a pity that it can be found in all the schoolbooks in Europe and America. (Both laugh.)

Domin. Yes. But do you know what isn’t in the school books? That old Rossum was mad. Seriously, Miss Glory, you must keep this to yourself. The old crank wanted to actually make people.

Domin. Yes. But do you know what isn’t in the schoolbooks? Old Rossum was crazy. Seriously, Miss Glory, you must keep this to yourself. The old crank actually wanted to make people.

Helena. But you do make people.

Domin. Approximately—Miss Glory. But old Rossum meant it literally. He wanted to become a sort of scientific substitute for God. He was a fearful materialist, and that’s why he did it all. His sole purpose was nothing more or less than to prove that God was no longer necessary. (Crosses to end of couch) Do you know anything about anatomy?

Domin. Approximately, Miss Glory. But old Rossum meant it literally. He wanted to become a kind of scientific substitute for God. He was a staunch materialist, and that’s why he did it all. His only purpose was to prove that God was no longer necessary. (Crosses to end of couch) Do you know anything about anatomy?

Helena. Very little.

Domin. Neither do I. Well— (He laughs) —he then decided to manufacture everything as in the human body. I’ll show you in the museum the bungling attempt it took him ten years to produce. It was to have been a man, but it lived for three days only. Then up came young Rossum, an engineer. He was a wonderful fellow, Miss Glory. When he saw what a mess of it the old man was making he said: “It’s absurd to spend ten years making a man. If you can’t make him quicker than Nature, you might as well shut up shop.” Then he set about learning anatomy himself.

Domin. Neither do I. Well, (He laughs) he then decided to make everything as it is in the human body. I’ll show you his clumsy attempt in the museum. It took him ten years to make. It was supposed to be a man, but it lived for only three days. Then along came young Rossum, an engineer. He was a wonderful fellow, Miss Glory. When he saw what a mess the old man was making, he said: “It’s ridiculous to spend ten years making a man. If you can’t make him faster than Nature, you might as well close up shop.” Then he set about learning anatomy himself.

Helena. There’s nothing about that in the school books?

Helena. There’s nothing about that in the textbooks?

Domin. No. The school books are full of paid advertisements, and rubbish at that. What the school books say about the united efforts of the two great Rossums is all a fairy tale. They used to have dreadful rows. The old atheist hadn’t the slightest conception of industrial matters, and the end of it was that Young Rossum shut him up in some laboratory or other and let him fritter the time away with his monstrosities while he himself started on the business from an engineer’s point of view. Old Rossum cursed him and before he died he managed to botch up two physiological horrors. Then one day they found him dead in the laboratory. And that’s his whole story.

Domin. No. The schoolbooks are full of paid advertisements, and bad ones at that. What they say about the united efforts of the two great Rossums is all a fairy tale. They used to have terrible fights. The old atheist knew nothing about industrial matters. In the end, Young Rossum shut him up in some laboratory or other. He let the old man waste his time on his monstrosities. Meanwhile, Young Rossum took an engineer’s approach to the business. Old Rossum cursed him, and before he died, he managed to cobble together two physiological horrors. Then one day they found him dead in the laboratory. And that’s his whole story.

Helena. And what about the young man?

Domin. (Sits beside her on couch) Well, anyone who has looked into human anatomy will have seen at once that man is too complicated, and that a good engineer could make him more simply. So young Rossum began to overhaul anatomy to see what could be left out or simplified. In short—But this isn’t boring you, Miss Glory?

Domin. (Sits beside her on the couch) Well, anyone who has studied human anatomy can see right away that humans are too complicated. A good engineer could make them simpler. So young Rossum began to overhaul anatomy to see what he could leave out or simplify. In short. But I’m not boring you, Miss Glory?

Helena. No, indeed. You’re—It’s awfully interesting.

Helena. No, not at all. You’re... It’s really interesting.

Domin. (Gets closer) So young Rossum said to himself: “A man is something that feels happy, plays the piano, likes going for a walk, and, in fact, wants to do a whole lot of things that are really unnecessary.”

Domin. (Gets closer) So young Rossum said to himself: “A person feels happy, plays the piano, and likes going for walks. In fact, a person wants to do a lot of things that are really unnecessary.”

Helena. Oh.

Domin. That are unnecessary when he wants— (Takes her hand) —let us say, to weave or count. Do you play the piano?

Domin. That he doesn't need when he wants, (Takes her hand) let's say, to weave or count. Do you play the piano?

Helena. Yes.

Domin. That’s good. (Kisses her hand. She lowers her head.) Oh, I beg your pardon! (Rises) But a working machine must not play the piano, must not feel happy, must not do a whole lot of other things. A gasoline motor must not have tassels or ornaments, Miss Glory. And to manufacture artificial workers is the same thing as the manufacture of a gasoline motor. (She is not interested.) The process must be the simplest, and the product the best from a practical point of view. (Sits beside her again) What sort of worker do you think is the best from a practical point of view?

Domin. That’s good. (Kisses her hand. She lowers her head.) Oh, I’m sorry! (Stands up) But a working machine must not play the piano or feel happy. It must not do a lot of other things, either. A gasoline motor must not have tassels or decorations, Miss Glory. Making artificial workers is the same as making a gasoline motor. (She is not interested.) The process must be as simple as possible. And the product must be the best from a practical point of view. (Sits beside her again) What kind of worker do you think is the best from a practical point of view?

Helena. (Absently) What? (Looks at him.)

Helena. (Distractedly) What? (Looks at him.)

Domin. What sort of worker do you think is the best from a practical point of view?

Domin. What kind of worker do you think is best from a practical point of view?

Helena. (Pulling herself together) Oh! Perhaps the one who is most honest and hard-working.

Helena. (Pulling herself together) Oh! Maybe the one who is most honest and hard-working.

Domin. No. The one that is the cheapest. The one whose requirements are the smallest. Young Rossum invented a worker with the minimum amount of requirements. He had to simplify him. He rejected everything that did not contribute directly to the progress of work. Everything that makes man more expensive. In fact he rejected man and made the Robot. My dear Miss Glory, the Robots are not people. Mechanically they are more perfect than we are; they have an enormously developed intelligence, but they have no soul. (Leans back.)

Domin. No. The one that is the cheapest. The one that needs the least. Young Rossum invented a worker with the fewest possible needs. He had to simplify him. He removed everything that did not directly help the worker get the job done. Everything that makes a human being more expensive. In fact, he rejected the human being and made the Robot. My dear Miss Glory, the Robots are not people. Mechanically, they are more perfect than we are. They have enormously developed intelligence, but they have no soul. (Leans back.)

Helena. How do you know they have no soul?

Domin. Have you ever seen what a Robot looks like inside?

Helena. No.

Domin. Very neat, very simple. Really a beautiful piece of work. Not much in it, but everything in flawless order. The product of an engineer is technically at a higher pitch of perfection than a product of Nature.

Domin. Very neat, very simple. Really beautiful work. Not much in it, but everything is in perfect order. An engineer’s product is technically more perfect than a product of Nature.

Helena. But man is supposed to be the product of God.

Helena. But humans are supposed to be created by God.

Domin. All the worse. God hasn’t the slightest notion of modern engineering. Would you believe that young Rossum then proceeded to play at being God?

Domin. That makes it even worse. God doesn't know the first thing about modern engineering. Would you believe young Rossum then went on to play God?

Helena. (Awed) How do you mean?

Helena. (Awed) What do you mean?

Domin. He began to manufacture Super-Robots. Regular giants they were. He tried to make them twelve feet tall. But you wouldn’t believe what a failure they were.

Domin. He began making Super-Robots. They were real giants. He tried to make them twelve feet tall. But you wouldn't believe what a failure they were.

Helena. A failure?

Domin. Yes. For no reason at all their limbs used to keep snapping off. “Evidently our planet is too small for giants.” Now we only make Robots of normal size and of very high-class human finish.

Domin. Yes. Their limbs used to keep snapping off for no reason at all. “Apparently our planet is too small for giants.” Now we only make Robots of normal size, with a very high-quality human appearance.

Helena. (Hands him flower; he puts it in button-hole) I saw the first Robots at home. The Town Council bought them for—I mean engaged them for work.

Helena. (Hands him a flower. He puts it in his buttonhole.) I saw the first Robots at home. The Town Council bought them for, I mean, hired them to work.

Domin. No. Bought them, Miss Glory. Robots are bought and sold.

Helena. These were employed as street-sweepers. I saw them sweeping. They were so strange and quiet.

Helena. They worked as street sweepers. I saw them sweeping. They were so strange and quiet.

Domin. (Rises) Rossum’s Universal Robot factory doesn’t produce a uniform brand of Robots. We have Robots of finer and coarser grades. The best will live about twenty years. (Crosses to desk. Helena looks in her pocket mirror. He pushes button on desk.)

Domin. (Stands up) Rossum’s Universal Robot factory doesn’t make just one kind of Robot. We have Robots of finer and coarser grades. The best will live about twenty years. (Walks to the desk. Helena looks in her pocket mirror. He presses a button on the desk.)

Helena. Then they die?

Domin. Yes, they get used up. (Enter Marius, R. Domin crosses to C.) Marius, bring in samples of the manual labor Robot. (Exit Marius R.C.) I’ll show you specimens of the two extremes. This first grade is comparatively inexpensive and is made in vast quantities. (Marius re-enters R.C. with two manual labor Robots. Marius is L.C., Robots R.C., Domin at desk. Marius stands on tiptoes, touches head, feels arms, forehead of one of the Robots. They come to a mechanical standstill.) There you are, as powerful as a small tractor. Guaranteed to have average intelligence. That will do, Marius. (Marius exits R.C. with Robots.)

Domin. Yes, they wear out. (Enter Marius, R. Domin crosses to C.) Marius, bring in samples of the manual labor Robot. (Exit Marius R.C.) I’ll show you examples of the two extremes. This first grade is relatively inexpensive and is made in huge quantities. (Marius re-enters R.C. with two manual labor Robots. Marius is L.C., Robots R.C., Domin at desk. Marius stands on tiptoes, touches the head, and feels the arms and forehead of one of the Robots. They come to a mechanical stop.) There you are, as powerful as a small tractor. Guaranteed to have average intelligence. That will do, Marius. (Marius exits R.C. with Robots.)

Helena. They make me feel so strange.

Domin. (Crosses to desk. Rings) Did you see my new typist?

Domin. (Walks to the desk. Rings) Did you see my new typist?

Helena. I didn’t notice her.

(Enter Sulla L. She crosses and stands C., facing Helena, who is still sitting in the couch.)

(Sulla enters from the left. She crosses and stands C., facing Helena, who is still sitting on the couch.)

Domin. Sulla, let Miss Glory see you.

Helena. (Looks at Domin. Rising, crosses a step to C.) So pleased to meet you. (Looks at Domin) You must find it terribly dull in this out of the way spot, don’t you?

Helena. (Looks at Domin. Rises and takes a step toward C.) So pleased to meet you. (Looks at Domin) You must find it terribly boring in such a remote place, don't you?

Sulla. I don’t know, Miss Glory.

Helena. Where do you come from?

Sulla. From the factory.

Helena. Oh, were you born there?

Sulla. I was made there.

Helena. What? (Looks first at Sulla, then at Domin.)

Domin. (To Sulla, laughing) Sulla is a Robot, best grade.

Domin. (To Sulla, laughing) Sulla is a top-grade Robot.

Helena. Oh, I beg your pardon.

Helena. Oh, I'm sorry.

Domin. (Crosses to Sulla) Sulla isn’t angry. See, Miss Glory, the kind of skin we make. Feel her face. (Touches Sulla’s face.)

Domin. (Crosses to Sulla) Sulla isn’t angry. See the kind of skin we make, Miss Glory. Feel her face. (Touches Sulla’s face.)

Helena. Oh, no, no.

Domin. (Examining Sulla’s hand) You wouldn’t know that she’s made of different material from us, would you? Turn ’round, Sulla. (Sulla does so. Circles twice.)

Domin. (Examining Sulla’s hand) You couldn’t tell she’s made of different material from us, could you? Turn around, Sulla. (Sulla does so. Circles twice.)

Helena. Oh, stop, stop.

Domin. Talk to Miss Glory, Sulla. (Examines hair of Sulla.)

Domin. Talk to Miss Glory, Sulla. (Examines Sulla's hair.)

Sulla. Please sit down. (Helena sits on couch.) Did you have a pleasant crossing? (Fixes her hair.)

Sulla. Please sit down. (Helena sits on the couch.) Did you have a pleasant trip across? (Fixes her hair.)

Helena. Oh, yes, certainly.

Helena. Oh, yes, of course.

Sulla. Don’t go back on the Amelia, Miss Glory, the barometer is falling steadily. Wait for the Pennsylvania. That’s a good powerful vessel.

Sulla. Don’t return on the Amelia, Miss Glory. The barometer is falling steadily. Wait for the Pennsylvania. It’s a good, powerful ship.

Domin. What’s its speed?

Domin. How fast is it?

Sulla. Forty knots an hour. Fifty thousand tons. One of the latest vessels, Miss Glory.

Sulla. Forty knots an hour. Fifty thousand tons. One of the newest ships, Miss Glory.

Helena. Thank you.

Sulla. A crew of fifteen hundred, Captain Harpy, eight boilers—

Sulla. A crew of fifteen hundred, Captain Harpy, eight boilers...

Domin. That’ll do, Sulla. Now show us your knowledge of French.

Domin. That’s enough, Sulla. Now show us how much French you know.

Helena. You know French?

Helena. Do you know French?

Sulla. Oui! Madame! I know four languages. I can write: “Dear Sir, Monsieur, Geehrter Herr, Cteny pane.”

Helena. (Jumping up, crosses to Sulla) Oh, that’s absurd! Sulla isn’t a Robot. Sulla is a girl like me. Sulla, this is outrageous—Why do you take part in such a hoax?

Helena. (Jumping up, crosses to Sulla) Oh, that’s ridiculous! Sulla isn’t a Robot. Sulla is a girl like me. Sulla, this is outrageous. Why are you taking part in this hoax?

Sulla. I am a Robot.

Helena. No, no, you are not telling the truth. (She catches the amused expression on Domin’s face) I know they have forced you to do it for an advertisement. Sulla, you are a girl like me, aren’t you? (Looks at him.)

Helena. No, no, you’re not telling the truth. (She notices the amused look on Domin’s face) I know they forced you to do it for an advertisement. Sulla, you’re a girl like me, aren’t you? (Looks at him.)

Domin. I’m sorry, Miss Glory. Sulla is a Robot.

Helena. It’s a lie!

Domin. What? (Pushes button on desk) Well, then I must convince you. (Enter Marius R.C. He stands just inside the door.) Marius, take Sulla into the dissecting room, and tell them to open her up at once. (Marius moves toward C.)

Domin. What? (Pushes button on desk) Well, then I have to convince you. (Enter Marius R.C. He stands just inside the door.) Marius, take Sulla into the dissecting room. Tell them to open her up immediately. (Marius moves toward C.)

Helena. Where?

Domin. Into the dissecting room. When they’ve cut her open, you can go and have a look. (Marius makes a start toward Sulla.)

Domin. Into the dissecting room. Once they’ve cut her open, you can go and have a look. (Marius starts toward Sulla.)

Helena. (Stopping Marius) No! No!

Domin. Excuse me, you spoke of lies.

Domin. Excuse me, you mentioned lies.

Helena. You wouldn’t have her killed?

Domin. You can’t kill machines. Sulla! (Marius one step forward, one arm out. Sulla makes a move toward R. door.)

Domin. You can’t kill machines. Sulla! (Marius steps forward, holding out one arm. Sulla moves toward the R. door.)

Helena. (Moves a step R.) Don’t be afraid, Sulla. I won’t let you go. Tell me, my dear— (Takes her hand) —are they always so cruel to you? You mustn’t put up with it, Sulla. You mustn’t.

Helena. (Moves a step R.) Don’t be afraid, Sulla. I won’t let you go. Tell me, my dear. (Takes her hand) Are they always so cruel to you? You mustn’t put up with it, Sulla. You mustn’t.

Sulla. I am a Robot.

Helena. That doesn’t matter. Robots are just as good as we are. Sulla, you wouldn’t let yourself be cut to pieces?

Helena. That doesn’t matter. Robots are just as good as we are. Sulla, you wouldn’t let someone cut you to pieces, would you?

Sulla. Yes. (Hand away.)

Sulla. Yes. (Moves hand away.)

Helena. Oh, you’re not afraid of death, then?

Helena. Oh, so you’re not afraid of death?

Sulla. I cannot tell, Miss Glory.

Sulla. I can't tell, Miss Glory.

Helena. Do you know what would happen to you in there?

Sulla. Yes, I should cease to move.

Sulla. Yes, I would stop moving.

Helena. How dreadful! (Looks at Sulla.)

Helena. How awful! (Looks at Sulla.)

Domin. Marius, tell Miss Glory what you are? (Turns to Helena.)

Domin. Marius, tell Miss Glory what you are. (Turns to Helena.)

Marius. (To Helena) Marius, the Robot.

Domin. Would you take Sulla into the dissecting room?

Domin. Would you take Sulla to the dissecting room?

Marius. (Turns to Domin) Yes.

Domin. Would you be sorry for her?

Domin. Would you feel sorry for her?

Marius. (Pause) I cannot tell.

Marius. (Pause) I can't say.

Domin. What would happen to her?

Marius. She would cease to move. They would put her into the stamping mill.

Marius. She would stop moving. They would put her into the stamping mill.

Domin. That is death, Marius. Aren’t you afraid of death?

Marius. No.

Domin. You see, Miss Glory, the Robots have no interest in life. They have no enjoyments. They are less than so much grass.

Domin. You see, Miss Glory, the Robots have no interest in life. They enjoy nothing. They are less than grass.

Helena. Oh, stop. Please send them away.

Domin. (Pushes button) Marius, Sulla, you may go. (Marius pivots and exits R. Sulla exits L.)

Domin. (Pushes button) Marius, Sulla, you may go. (Marius turns and exits R. Sulla exits L.)

Helena. How terrible! (To C.) It’s outrageous what you are doing. (He takes her hand.)

Helena. How terrible! (To C.) What you are doing is outrageous. (He takes her hand.)

Domin. Why outrageous? (His hand over hers. Laughing.)

Domin. Why is it outrageous? (His hand over hers. Laughing.)

Helena. I don’t know, but it is. Why do you call her “Sulla”?

Domin. Isn’t it a nice name? (Hand away.)

Domin. Isn’t it a nice name? (Moves hand away.)

Helena. It’s a man’s name. Sulla was a Roman General.

Helena. It’s a man’s name. Sulla was a Roman general.

Domin. What! Oh! (Laughs) We thought that Marius and Sulla were lovers.

Domin. What! Oh! (Laughs) We thought Marius and Sulla were lovers.

Helena. (Indignantly) Marius and Sulla were generals and fought against each other in the year—I’ve forgotten now.

Helena. (Indignantly) Marius and Sulla were generals who fought each other. I’ve forgotten what year it was.

Domin. (Laughing) Come here to the window. (He goes to window C.)

Domin. (Laughing) Come over to the window. (He goes to window C.)

Helena. What?

Domin. Come here. (She goes.) Do you see anything? (Takes her arm. She is on his R.)

Domin. Come here. (She comes over.) Do you see anything? (He takes her arm. She is on his right.)

Helena. Bricklayers.

Domin. Robots. All our work people are Robots. And down there, can you see anything?

Domin. Robots. All our workers are Robots. And can you see anything down there?

Helena. Some sort of office.

Helena. Some kind of office.

Domin. A counting house. And in it—

Domin. An accounting office. And in it...

Helena. A lot of officials.

Domin. Robots! All our officials are Robots. And when you see the factory— (Noon WHISTLE blows. She is scared; puts arm on Domin. He laughs) If we don’t blow the whistle the Robots won’t stop working. In two hours I’ll show you the kneading trough. (Both come down stage. Helena is L.C. and Domin is R.C., arm in arm.)

Domin. Robots! All our officials are Robots. And when you see the factory... (The noon WHISTLE blows. She is startled and puts her arm on Domin. He laughs) If we don’t blow the whistle, the Robots won’t stop working. In two hours, I’ll show you the kneading trough. (Both move downstage. Helena is L.C. and Domin is R.C., arm in arm.)

Helena. Kneading trough?

Helena. A dough trough?

Domin. The pestle for beating up the paste. In each one we mix the ingredients for a thousand Robots at one operation. Then there are the vats for the preparation of liver, brains, and so on. Then you will see the bone factory. After that I’ll show you the spinning mill.

Domin. The pestle is for mixing the paste. In each one, we mix enough ingredients for a thousand Robots at a time. Then there are the vats for making livers, brains, and so on. Next, you’ll see the bone factory. After that, I’ll show you the spinning mill.

Helena. Spinning mill?

Helena. A spinning mill?

Domin. Yes. For weaving nerves and veins. Miles and miles of digestive tubes pass through it at a time.

Domin. Yes. For weaving nerves and veins. Miles and miles of digestive tubes pass through it at once.

Helena. (Watching his gestures) Mayn’t we talk about something else?

Helena. (Watching his gestures) Can we talk about something else?

Domin. Perhaps it would be better. There’s only a handful of us among a hundred thousand Robots, and not one woman. We talk nothing but the factory all day, and every day. It’s just as if we were under a curse, Miss Glory.

Domin. Perhaps it would be better. There are only a handful of us among a hundred thousand Robots, and not one woman. We talk about nothing but the factory all day, every day. It’s just as if we were under a curse, Miss Glory.

Helena. I’m sorry I said that you were lying. (A KNOCK at door R.)

Helena. I’m sorry I said you were lying. (A KNOCK at the door R.)

Domin. Come in. (He is C.)

(From R. enter Dr. Gall, Dr. Fabry, Alquist and Dr. Hallemeier. All act formal—conscious. All click heels as introduced.)

(From R. enter Dr. Gall, Dr. Fabry, Alquist and Dr. Hallemeier. All act formal and self-conscious. All click their heels as they are introduced.)

Dr. Gall. (Noisily) I beg your pardon. I hope we don’t intrude.

Dr. Gall. (Noisily) Excuse me. I hope we’re not interrupting.

Domin. No, no. Come in. Miss Glory, here are Gall, Fabry, Alquist, Hallemeier. This is President Glory’s daughter. (All move to her and shake her hand.)

Domin. No, no. Come in. Miss Glory, these are Gall, Fabry, Alquist, and Hallemeier. This is President Glory’s daughter. (All move to her and shake her hand.)

Helena. How do you do?

Helena. Hello.

Fabry. We had no idea—

Fabry. We had no idea...

Dr. Gall. Highly honored, I’m sure—

Dr. Gall. I'm very honored, I'm sure...

Alquist. Welcome, Miss Glory.

Busman. (Rushes in from R.) Hello, what’s up?

Busman. (Rushes in from the right.) Hello, what’s up?

Domin. Come in, Busman. This is President Glory’s daughter. This is Busman, Miss Glory.

Domin. Come in, Busman. This is President Glory’s daughter. Miss Glory, this is Busman.

Busman. By Jove, that’s fine. (All click heels. He crowds in and shakes her hand) Miss Glory, may we send a cablegram to the papers about your arrival?

Busman. Wow, that’s great. (All click heels. He pushes forward and shakes her hand) Miss Glory, may we send a telegram to the newspapers about your arrival?

Helena. No, no, please don’t.

Domin. Sit down, please, Miss Glory.

Domin. Please sit down, Miss Glory.

(On the line, “Sit down, please,” all Six Men try to find her a chair at once. Helena goes for the chair at the extreme L. Domin takes the chair at front of desk, places it in the C. of stage. Hallemeier gets chair at Sulla’s typewriter and places it to R. of chair at C. Busman gets armchair from extreme R., but by now Helena has sat in Domin’s preferred chair, at C. All sit except Domin. Busman at R. in armchair. Hallemeier R. of Helena. Fabry in swivel chair back of desk.)

(At the line “Sit down, please,” all Six Men try at once to find her a chair. Helena goes toward the chair at the far L. Domin takes the chair in front of the desk and places it at C. stage. Hallemeier takes the chair at Sulla’s typewriter and places it to the R. of the chair at C. Busman gets the armchair from the far R., but by now Helena has sat in the chair Domin chose, at C. All sit except Domin. Busman sits in the armchair at R. Hallemeier sits to the R. of Helena. Fabry sits in the swivel chair behind the desk.)

Busman. Allow me—

Busman. Let me...

Dr. Gall. Please—

Dr. Gall. Please...

Fabry. Excuse me—

Fabry. Excuse me...

Alquist. What sort of a crossing did you have?

Alquist. How was your crossing?

Dr. Gall. Are you going to stay long? (Men conscious of their appearance. Alquist’s trousers turned up at bottom. He turns them down. Busman polishes shoes. Others fix ties, collars, etc.)

Dr. Gall. Are you going to stay long? (The men become aware of how they look. Alquist’s trouser cuffs are turned up. He turns them down. Busman polishes his shoes. The others fix their ties, collars, etc.)

Fabry. What do you think of the factory, Miss Glory?

Hallemeier. Did you come over on the Amelia?

Hallemeier. Did you come on the Amelia?

Domin. Be quiet and let Miss Glory speak. (Men sit erect. Domin stands at Helena’s L.)

Domin. Be quiet and let Miss Glory speak. (Men sit up straight. Domin stands to Helena’s left.)

Helena. (To Domin) What am I to speak to them about? (Men look at one another.)

Helena. (To Domin) What should I talk to them about? (Men look at one another.)

Domin. Anything you like.

Helena. (Looks at Domin) May I speak quite frankly?

Helena. (Looks at Domin) May I be completely honest?

Domin. Why, of course.

Domin. Of course.

Helena. (To Others. Wavering, then in desperate resolution) Tell me, doesn’t it ever distress you the way you are treated?

Helena. (To Others. Hesitating, then with desperate determination) Tell me, doesn’t the way you’re treated ever upset you?

Fabry. By whom, may I ask?

Fabry. By who, may I ask?

Helena. Why, everybody.

Helena. Everyone, of course.

Alquist. Treated?

Dr. Gall. What makes you think—

Dr. Gall. What makes you think...

Helena. Don’t you feel that you might be living a better life? (Pause. All confused.)

Helena. Don’t you feel that you could be living a better life? (Pause. All confused.)

Dr. Gall. (Smiling) Well, that depends on what you mean, Miss Glory.

Helena. I mean that it’s perfectly outrageous. It’s terrible. (Standing up) The whole of Europe is talking about the way you’re being treated. That’s why I came here, to see for myself, and it’s a thousand times worse than could have been imagined. How can you put up with it?

Helena. I mean, it’s completely outrageous. It’s terrible. (Standing up) All of Europe is talking about how you’re being treated. That’s why I came here to see for myself. And it’s a thousand times worse than anyone could have imagined. How can you put up with it?

Alquist. Put up with what?

Helena. Good heavens, you are living creatures, just like us, like the whole of Europe, like the whole world. It’s disgraceful that you must live like this.

Helena. Oh my God, you are living creatures, just like us, like all of Europe, like the whole world. It’s shameful that you have to live like this.

Busman. Good gracious, Miss Glory!

Busman. Oh my goodness, Miss Glory!

Fabry. Well, she’s not far wrong. We live here just like red Indians.

Fabry. Well, she’s not far off. We live here just like red Indians.

Helena. Worse than red Indians. May I—oh, may I call you—brothers? (Men look at each other.)

Helena. Worse than red Indians. May I, oh, may I call you brothers? (Men look at each other.)

Busman. Why not?

Helena. (Looking at Domin) Brothers, I have not come here as the President’s daughter. I have come on behalf of the Humanity League. Brothers, the Humanity League now has over two hundred thousand members. Two hundred thousand people are on your side, and offer you their help. (Tapping back of chair.)

Helena. (Looking at Domin) Brothers, I haven’t come here as the President’s daughter. I’ve come on behalf of the Humanity League. Brothers, the Humanity League now has over two hundred thousand members. Two hundred thousand people are on your side and want to help you. (Tapping back of chair.)

Busman. Two hundred thousand people, Miss Glory; that’s a tidy lot. Not bad.

Busman. Two hundred thousand people, Miss Glory. That’s quite a lot. Not bad.

Fabry. I’m always telling you there’s nothing like good old Europe. You see they’ve not forgotten us. They’re offering us help.

Fabry. I’m always telling you, there’s nothing like good old Europe. You see, they haven’t forgotten us. They’re offering to help us.

Dr. Gall. What kind of help? A theatre, for instance?

Dr. Gall. What kind of help? A theater, for example?

Hallemeier. An orchestra?

Helena. More than that.

Alquist. Just you?

Helena. (Glaring at Domin) Oh, never mind about me. I’ll stay as long as it is necessary. (All express delight.)

Helena. (Glaring at Domin) Oh, never mind about me. I’ll stay as long as necessary. (All express delight.)

Busman. By Jove, that’s good.

Busman. Wow, that’s good.

Alquist. (Rising L.) Domin, I’m going to get the best room ready for Miss Glory.

Domin. Just a minute. I’m afraid that Miss Glory is of the opinion she has been talking to Robots.

Domin. Just a minute. I’m afraid Miss Glory thinks she’s been talking to Robots.

Helen. Of course. (Men laugh.)

Domin. I’m sorry. These gentlemen are human beings just like us.

Helena. You’re not Robots?

Busman. Not Robots.	(All together)
Hallemeier. Robots indeed!
Dr. Gall. No, thanks.
Fabry. Upon my honor, Miss Glory, we aren’t Robots.

Helena. Then why did you tell me that all your officials are Robots?

Domin. Yes, the officials, but not the managers. Allow me, Miss Glory—this is Consul Busman, General Business Manager; this is Doctor Fabry, General Technical Manager; Doctor Hallemeier, head of the Institute for the Psychological Training of Robots; Doctor Gall, head of the Psychological and Experimental Department; and Alquist, head of the Building Department, R. U. R. (As they are introduced they rise and come C. to kiss her hand, except Gall and Alquist, whom Domin pushes away. General babble.)

Domin. Yes, the officials, but not the managers. Let me introduce them, Miss Glory. This is Consul Busman, General Business Manager. This is Doctor Fabry, General Technical Manager. Doctor Hallemeier heads the Institute for the Psychological Training of Robots. Doctor Gall heads the Psychological and Experimental Department. And Alquist heads the Building Department, R. U. R. (As they are introduced, they rise and come C. to kiss her hand, except Gall and Alquist, whom Domin pushes away. Everyone talks at once.)

Alquist. Just a builder. Please sit down.

Helena. Excuse me, gentlemen. Have I done something dreadful?

Helena. Excuse me, gentlemen. Have I done something terrible?

Alquist. Not at all, Miss Glory.

Busman. (Handing flowers) Allow me, Miss Glory.

Busman. (Handing flowers) Here you are, Miss Glory.

Helena. Thank you.

Fabry. (Handing candy) Please, Miss Glory.

Fabry. (Handing her candy) Please, Miss Glory.

Domin. Will you have a cigarette, Miss Glory?

Domin. Would you like a cigarette, Miss Glory?

Helena. No, thank you.

Domin. Do you mind if I do?

Helena. Certainly not.

Helena. Of course not.

Busman. Well, now, Miss Glory, it is certainly nice to have you with us.

Busman. Well, Miss Glory, it's certainly nice to have you with us.

Helena. (Seriously) But you know I’ve come to disturb your Robots for you. (Busman pulls chair closer.)

Helena. (Seriously) But you know I’ve come to disturb your Robots. (Busman pulls chair closer.)

Domin. (Mocking her serious tone) My dear Miss Glory— (Chuckle) —we’ve had close upon a hundred saviors and prophets here. Every ship brings us some. Missionaries, Anarchists, Salvation Army, all sorts! It’s astonishing what a number of churches and idiots there are in the world.

Domin. (Mocking her serious tone) My dear Miss Glory, (Chuckle) we’ve had nearly a hundred saviors and prophets here. Every ship brings us some. Missionaries, anarchists, the Salvation Army, all sorts! It’s amazing how many churches and idiots there are in the world.

Helena. And yet you let them speak to the Robots.

Helena. But you still let them speak to the Robots.

Domin. So far we’ve let them all. Why not? The Robot remembers everything but that’s all. They don’t even laugh at what the people say. Really it’s quite incredible.

Domin. So far, we’ve let them all. Why not? The Robot remembers everything, but that’s all. They don’t even laugh at what people say. It’s really quite incredible.

Helena. I’m a stupid girl. Send me back by the first ship.

Helena. I’m a stupid girl. Send me back on the first ship.

Dr. Gall. Not for anything in the world, Miss Glory. Why should we send you back?

Dr. Gall. Not for anything in the world, Miss Glory. Why would we send you back?

Domin. If it would amuse you, Miss Glory, I’ll take you down to the Robot warehouse. It holds about three hundred thousand of them.

Domin. If you’d enjoy it, Miss Glory, I’ll take you down to the Robot warehouse. It holds about three hundred thousand Robots.

Busman. Three hundred and forty-seven thousand.

Domin. Good, and you can say whatever you like to them. You can read the Bible, recite the multiplication table, whatever you please. You can even preach to them about human rights.

Domin. Good, and you can say whatever you like to them. You can read the Bible or recite the multiplication table. You can say anything you want. You can even preach to them about human rights.

Helena. Oh, I think that if you were to show them a little love.

Helena. Oh, I think that if you showed them a little love.

Fabry. Impossible, Miss Glory! Nothing is harder to like than a Robot.

Helena. What do you make them for, then?

Helena. Then why do you make them?

Busman. Ha, ha, ha! That’s good. What are Robots made for?

Fabry. For work, Miss Glory. One Robot can replace two and a half workmen. The human machine, Miss Glory, was terribly imperfect. It had to be removed sooner or later.

Fabry. For work, Miss Glory. One Robot can replace two and a half workers. The human machine, Miss Glory, was terribly imperfect. It had to be replaced sooner or later.

Busman. It was too expensive.

Fabry. It was not effective. It no longer answers the requirements of modern engineering. Nature has no idea of keeping pace with modern labor. For example, from a technical point of view, the whole of childhood is a sheer absurdity. So much time lost. And then again—

Fabry. It was not effective. It no longer meets the demands of modern engineering. Nature has no idea how to keep up with modern labor. For example, from a technical point of view, all of childhood is completely absurd. So much time wasted. And then there's...

Helena. (Turns to Domin) Oh, no, no!

Fabry. Pardon me. What is the real aim of your League—the—the Humanity League?

Fabry. Excuse me. What is the real aim of your League, the, the Humanity League?

Helena. Its real purpose is to—to protect the Robots—and—and to insure good treatment for them.

Helena. Its real purpose is to, to protect the Robots and, and make sure they’re treated well.

Fabry. Not a bad object, either. A machine has to be treated properly. (Leans back) I don’t like damaged articles. Please, Miss Glory, enroll us all members of your league. (“Yes, yes!” from all Men.)

Fabry. Not a bad goal, either. A machine has to be treated properly. (Leans back) I don’t like damaged goods. Please, Miss Glory, make us all members of your league. (“Yes, yes!” from all Men.)

Helena. No, you don’t understand me. What we really want is to—to—liberate the Robots. (Looks at all Others.)

Helena. No, you don’t understand me. What we really want is to, to free the Robots. (Looks at all Others.)

Hallemeier. How do you propose to do that?

Hallemeier. How do you plan to do that?

Helena. They are to be—to be dealt with like human beings.

Helena. They are to be, to be treated like human beings.

Hallemeier. Aha! I suppose they’re to vote. To drink beer. To order us about?

Hallemeier. Aha! I suppose they’re going to vote. Drink beer. Tell us what to do?

Helena. Why shouldn’t they drink beer?

Hallemeier. Perhaps they’re even to receive wages? (Looking at other Men, amused.)

Hallemeier. Perhaps they’ll even get paid? (Looking at the other Men, amused.)

Helena. Of course they are.

Hallemeier. Fancy that! Now! And what would they do with their wages, pray?

Hallemeier. Imagine that! Now, what would they do with their wages?

Helena. They would buy—what they want—what pleases them.

Helena. They would buy what they want, what pleases them.

Hallemeier. That would be very nice, Miss Glory, only there’s nothing that does please the Robots. Good heavens, what are they to buy? You can feed them on pineapples, straw, whatever you like. It’s all the same to them. They’ve no appetite at all. They’ve no interest in anything. Why, hang it all, nobody’s ever yet seen a Robot smile.

Hallemeier. That would be very nice, Miss Glory, but nothing pleases the Robots. Good heavens, what would they buy? You can feed them pineapples, straw, whatever you like. It’s all the same to them. They have no appetite at all. They’re not interested in anything. Why, damn it, nobody has ever seen a Robot smile.

Helena. Why—why don’t you make them—happier?

Helena. Why, why don’t you make them happier?

Hallemeier. That wouldn’t do, Miss Glory. They are only workmen.

Hallemeier. That wouldn’t work, Miss Glory. They’re only workers.

Helena. Oh, but they’re so intelligent.

Hallemeier. Confoundedly so, but they’re nothing else. They’ve no will of their own. No soul. No passion.

Hallemeier. Damnably so, but they’re nothing else. They have no will of their own. No soul. No passion.

Helena. No love?

Hallemeier. Love? Huh! Rather not. Robots don’t love. Not even themselves.

Hallemeier. Love? Huh! I don’t think so. Robots don’t love. Not even themselves.

Helena. No defiance?

Helena. No resistance?

Hallemeier. Defiance? I don’t know. Only rarely, from time to time.

Hallemeier. Defiance? I don’t know. Only rarely, now and then.

Helena. What happens then?

Hallemeier. Nothing particular. Occasionally they seem to go off their heads. Something like epilepsy, you know. It’s called “Robot’s Cramp.” They’ll suddenly sling down everything they’re holding, stand still, gnash their teeth—and then they have to go into the stamping-mill. It’s evidently some breakdown in the mechanism.

Hallemeier. Nothing special. Sometimes they seem to go out of their heads. It’s something like epilepsy, you know. It’s called “Robot’s Cramp.” They suddenly throw down everything they’re holding, stand still, and grind their teeth. Then they have to go into the stamping mill. It’s apparently some kind of mechanical breakdown.

Domin. (Sitting on desk) A flaw in the works that has to be removed.

Domin. (Sitting on desk) A flaw in the works that needs to be removed.

Helena. No, no, that’s the soul.

Fabry. (Humorously) Do you think that the soul first shows itself by a gnashing of teeth? (Men chuckle.)

Fabry. (Humorously) Do you think the soul first reveals itself by grinding its teeth? (Men chuckle.)

Helena. Perhaps it’s just a sign that there’s a struggle within. Perhaps it’s a sort of revolt. Oh, if you could infuse them with it.

Helena. Perhaps it’s just a sign that there’s a struggle inside. Perhaps it’s a kind of rebellion. Oh, if only you could give them that.

Domin. That’ll be remedied, Miss Glory. Doctor Gall is just making some experiments.

Domin. That’ll be fixed, Miss Glory. Doctor Gall is just doing some experiments.

Dr. Gall. Not with regard to that, Domin. At present I am making pain nerves.

Dr. Gall. Not about that, Domin. Right now, I'm making pain nerves.

Helena. Pain nerves?

Helena. Nerves that feel pain?

Dr. Gall. Yes, the Robots feel practically no bodily pain. You see, young Rossum provided them with too limited a nervous system. We must introduce suffering.

Dr. Gall. Yes, the Robots feel almost no physical pain. You see, young Rossum gave them an overly limited nervous system. We must introduce suffering.

Helena. Why do you want to cause them pain?

Helena. Why do you want to hurt them?

Dr. Gall. For industrial reasons, Miss Glory. Sometimes a Robot does damage to himself because it doesn’t hurt him. He puts his hand into the machine— (Describes with gesture) —breaks his finger— (Describes with gesture) —smashes his head. It’s all the same to him. We must provide them with pain. That’s an automatic protection against damage.

Dr. Gall. For industrial reasons, Miss Glory. Sometimes a Robot injures himself because he feels no pain. He puts his hand into a machine. (Describes with gesture) He breaks his finger. (Describes with gesture) He smashes his head. It makes no difference to him. We must give them pain. Pain is an automatic protection against injury.

Helena. Will they be happier when they feel pain?

Dr. Gall. On the contrary; but they will be more perfect from a technical point of view.

Dr. Gall. Quite the opposite, but they will be more technically perfect.

Helena. Why don’t you create a soul for them?

Dr. Gall. That’s not in our power.

Dr. Gall. We can’t do that.

Fabry. That’s not in our interest.

Busman. That would increase the cost of production. Hang it all, my dear young lady, we turn them out at such a cheap rate—a hundred and fifty dollars each, fully dressed, and fifteen years ago they cost ten thousand. Five years ago we used to buy the clothes for them. Today we have our own weaving mill, and now we even export cloth five times cheaper than other factories. What do you pay a yard for cloth, Miss Glory?

Busman. That would increase production costs. Come on, my dear young lady, we make them so cheaply. They cost just a hundred and fifty dollars each, fully dressed. Fifteen years ago, they cost ten thousand. Five years ago, we used to buy their clothes. Today we have our own weaving mill, and we even export cloth at one-fifth the price other factories charge. What do you pay per yard for cloth, Miss Glory?

Helena. (Looking at Domin) I don’t really know. I’ve forgotten.

Busman. Good gracious, and you want to found a Humanity League. (Men chuckle.) It only costs a third now, Miss Glory. All prices are today a third of what they were and they’ll fall still lower, lower, like that.

Busman. Good grief, and you want to start a Humanity League. (Men chuckle.) It only costs a third as much now, Miss Glory. All prices today are a third of what they were before. And they’ll fall even lower, lower, just like that.

Helena. I don’t understand.

Busman. Why, bless you, Miss Glory, it means that the cost of labor has fallen. A Robot, food and all, costs three-quarters of a cent per hour. (Leans forward) That’s mighty important, you know. All factories will go pop like chestnuts if they don’t at once buy Robots to lower the cost of production.

Busman. Well, Miss Glory, it means the cost of labor has fallen. A Robot costs three-quarters of a cent per hour, including food. (Leans forward) That’s very important, you know. All factories will go bust like popping chestnuts if they don’t buy Robots right away to lower production costs.

Helena. And get rid of all their workmen?

Helena. And get rid of all their workers?

Busman. Of course. But in the meantime we’ve dumped five hundred thousand tropical Robots down on the Argentine pampas to grow corn. Would you mind telling me how much you pay a pound for bread?

Busman. Of course. But meanwhile, we’ve dumped five hundred thousand tropical Robots on the Argentine pampas to grow corn. How much do you pay per pound for bread?

Helena. I’ve no idea. (All smile.)

Helena. I have no idea. (All smile.)

Busman. Well, I’ll tell you. It now costs two cents in good old Europe. A pound of bread for two cents, and the Humanity League— (Designates Helena) —knows nothing about it. (To Men) Miss Glory, you don’t realize that even that’s too expensive. (All Men chuckle.) Why, in five years’ time I’ll wager—

Busman. Well, I’ll tell you. It now costs two cents in good old Europe. A pound of bread for two cents, and the Humanity League knows nothing about it. (Points to Helena.) (To Men.) Miss Glory, you don’t realize that even that’s too expensive. (All Men chuckle.) Why, I’d bet that in five years...

Helena. What?

Busman. That the cost of everything will be a tenth of what it is today. Why, in five years we’ll be up to our ears in corn and—everything else.

Busman. That everything will cost a tenth of what it does today. Why, in five years we’ll have more corn and everything else than we know what to do with.

Alquist. Yes, and all the workers throughout the world will be unemployed.

Alquist. Yes, and all the workers around the world will be unemployed.

Domin. (Seriously. Rises) Yes, Alquist, they will. Yes, Miss Glory, they will. But in ten years Rossum’s Universal Robots will produce so much corn, so much cloth, so much everything that things will be practically without price. There will be no poverty. All work will be done by living machines. Everybody will be free from worry and liberated from the degradation of labor. Everybody will live only to perfect himself.

Domin. (Seriously. Stands up) Yes, Alquist, they will. Yes, Miss Glory, they will. But in ten years Rossum’s Universal Robots will produce so much grain, so much cloth, so much of everything that things will cost almost nothing. There will be no poverty. Living machines will do all the work. Everyone will be free from worry and from the degrading burden of labor. Everyone will live only to improve themselves.

Helena. Will he?

Domin. Of course. It’s bound to happen. Then the servitude of man to man and the enslavement of man to matter will cease. Nobody will get bread at the cost of life and hatred. The Robots will wash the feet of the beggar and prepare a bed for him in his house.

Domin. Of course. It’s bound to happen. Then people will no longer be servants to one another or slaves to material things. No one will have to pay for bread with their life and hatred. The Robots will wash the beggar’s feet and prepare a bed for him in his house.

Alquist. Domin, Domin, what you say sounds too much like Paradise. There was something good in service and something great in humility. There was some kind of virtue in toil and weariness.

Alquist. Domin, Domin, what you're saying sounds too much like Paradise. There was something good in serving and something great in humility. There was some kind of virtue in hard work and tiredness.

Domin. Perhaps, but we cannot reckon with what is lost when we start out to transform the world. Man shall be free and supreme; he shall have no other aim, no other labor, no other care than to perfect himself. He shall serve neither matter nor man. He will not be a machine and a device for production. He will be Lord of creation.

Domin. Perhaps, but when we set out to transform the world, we cannot dwell on what is lost. Humanity will be free and supreme. People will have no other goal, work, or concern than to perfect themselves. They will serve neither matter nor other people. They will not be machines or tools of production. They will be Lord of creation.

Busman. Amen.

Fabry. So be it.

Fabry. All right.

Helena. (Rises) You have bewildered me. I should like to believe this.

Helena. (Stands up) You've confused me. I'd like to believe this.

Dr. Gall. You are younger than we are, Miss Glory. You will live to see it.

Hallemeier. True. (Looking around) Don’t you think Miss Glory might lunch with us? (All Men rise.)

Hallemeier. True. (Looking around) Don’t you think Miss Glory could have lunch with us? (All Men rise.)

Dr. Gall. Of course. Domin, ask her on behalf of us all.

Dr. Gall. Of course. Domin, ask her for all of us.

Domin. Miss Glory, will you do us the honor?

Domin. Miss Glory, would you do us the honor?

Helena. When you know why I’ve come?

Fabry. For the League of Humanity, Miss Glory.

Helena. Oh, in that case perhaps—

Helena. Oh, in that case, perhaps...

Fabry. That’s fine. (Pause) Miss Glory, excuse me for five minutes. (Exits R.)

Hallemeier. Thank you. (Exits R. with Dr. Gall.)

Hallemeier. Thank you. (Exits right with Dr. Gall.)

Busman. (Whispering) I’ll be back soon. (Beckoning to Alquist, they exit.)

Busman. (Whispering) I’ll be back soon. (Beckoning to Alquist, they leave.)

Alquist. (Starts, stops, then to Helena, then to door) I’ll be back in exactly five minutes. (Exits R.)

Alquist. (Starts, stops, then turns to Helena, then to the door) I’ll be back in exactly five minutes. (Exits R.)

Helena. What have they all gone for?

Helena. Why have they all gone?

Domin. To cook, Miss Glory. (On her L.)

Domin. To cook, Miss Glory. (On her left.)

Helena. To cook what?

Domin. Lunch. (They laugh; takes her hand) The Robots do our cooking for us and as they’ve no taste it’s not altogether— (She laughs.) Hallemeier is awfully good at grills and Gall can make any kind of sauce, and Busman knows all about omelets.

Domin. Lunch. (They laugh; he takes her hand) The Robots do our cooking, but they have no sense of taste, so it’s not altogether... (She laughs.) Hallemeier is really good at grilling, Gall can make any kind of sauce, and Busman knows all about omelets.

Helena. What a feast! And what’s the specialty of Mr.—your builder?

Helena. What a feast! And what’s your builder’s specialty?

Domin. Alquist? Nothing. He only lays the table. And Fabry will get together a little fruit. Our cuisine is very modest, Miss Glory.

Domin. Alquist? Nothing. He only sets the table. And Fabry will get some fruit together. Our food is very simple, Miss Glory.

Helena. (Thoughtfully) I wanted to ask you something—

Helena. (Thoughtfully) I wanted to ask you something...

Domin. And I wanted to ask you something too—they’ll be back in five minutes. (Looks at door R.)

Domin. And I wanted to ask you something too. They’ll be back in five minutes. (Looks at door R.)

Helena. What did you want to ask me? (Sits C.)

Domin. Excuse me, you asked first. (Sits L. of her.)

Domin. Sorry, you asked first. (Sits to her left.)

Helena. Perhaps it’s silly of me, but why do you manufacture female Robots when—when—

Helena. Perhaps this is silly of me, but why do you make female Robots when, when...

Domin. When sex means nothing to them?

Helena. Yes.

Domin. There’s a certain demand for them, you see. Servants, saleswomen, stenographers. People are used to it.

Domin. You see, there’s some demand for them. Servants, saleswomen, stenographers. People are used to it.

Helena. But—but tell me, are the Robots male and female, mutually—completely without—

Helena. But, but tell me, are the Robots male and female, and completely without, with each other, without...

Domin. Completely indifferent to each other, Miss Glory. There’s no sign of any affection between them.

Domin. They’re completely indifferent to each other, Miss Glory. There’s no sign of affection between them.

Helena. Oh, that’s terrible.

Domin. Why?

Helena. It’s so unnatural. One doesn’t know whether to be disgusted or to hate them, or perhaps—

Helena. It’s so unnatural. You don’t know whether to be disgusted or hate them, or perhaps...

Domin. To pity them. (Smiles.)

Domin. To feel sorry for them. (Smiles.)

Helena. That’s more like it. What did you want to ask me?

Domin. I should like to ask you, Miss Helena, if you will marry me.

Domin. Miss Helena, I would like to ask you to marry me.

Helena. What? (Rises.)

Helena. What? (Stands up.)

Domin. Will you be my wife? (Rises.)

Domin. Will you marry me? (Stands up.)

Helena. No. The idea!

Helena. No. How absurd!

Domin. (To her, looking at his watch) Another three minutes. If you don’t marry me you’ll have to marry one of the other five.

Domin. (To her, looking at his watch) Three more minutes. If you don’t marry me, you’ll have to marry one of the other five.

Helena. But why should I?

Domin. Because they’re all going to ask you in turn.

Domin. Because they’re all going to ask you, one by one.

Helena. (Crossing him to L.C.) How could they dare do such a thing?

Helena. (Crossing in front of him to L.C.) How could they dare do such a thing?

Domin. I’m very sorry, Miss Glory. It seems they’ve fallen in love with you.

Helena. Please don’t let them. I’ll—I’ll go away at once. (Starts R. He stops her, his arms up.)

Helena. Please don’t let them. I’ll, I’ll leave right away. (Starts R. He stops her, his arms raised.)

Domin. Helena— (She backs away to desk. He follows) You wouldn’t be so cruel as to refuse us.

Domin. Helena. (She backs away to the desk. He follows.) You wouldn’t be so cruel as to refuse us.

Helena. But, but—I can’t marry all six.

Helena. But, but, I can’t marry all six.

Domin. No, but one anyhow. If you don’t want me, marry Fabry.

Domin. No, but marry one of us anyway. If you don’t want me, marry Fabry.

Helena. I won’t.

Domin. Ah! Doctor Gall?

Helena. I don’t want any of you.

Domin. Another two minutes. (Pleading. Looking at watch.)

Domin. Two more minutes. (Pleading. Looking at his watch.)

Helena. I think you’d marry any woman who came here.

Domin. Plenty of them have come, Helena.

Helena. (Laughing) Young?

Domin. Yes.

Helena. Why didn’t you marry one of them?

Domin. Because I didn’t lose my head. Until today—then as soon as you lifted your veil— (Helena turns her head away.) Another minute.

Domin. Because I didn’t lose my head. Not until today. Then, as soon as you lifted your veil... (Helena turns her head away.) One more minute.

(WARN Curtain.)

Helena. But I don’t want you, I tell you.

Helena. But I’m telling you, I don’t want you.

Domin. (Laying both hands on her shoulder) One more minute! Now you either have to look me straight in the eye and say “no” violently, and then I leave you alone—or— (Helena looks at him. He takes hands away. She takes his hand again.)

Domin. (Putting both hands on her shoulder) One more minute! Now you have to look me straight in the eye and say “no” forcefully. Then I'll leave you alone. Or... (Helena looks at him. He takes his hands away. She takes his hand again.)

Helena. (Turning her head away) You’re mad.

Helena. (Turning her head away) You’re crazy.

Domin. A man has to be a bit mad, Helena. That’s the best thing about him. (He draws her to him.)

Domin. A man has to be a little crazy, Helena. That’s the best thing about him. (He pulls her close.)

Helena. (Not meaning it) You are—you are—

Helena. (Not meaning it) You are, you are...

Domin. Well?

Helena. Don’t, you’re hurting me!

Domin. The last chance, Helena. Now or never—

Domin. This is your last chance, Helena. Now or never.

Helena. But—but— (He embraces her; kisses her. She embraces him. KNOCKING at R. door.)

Helena. But, but... (He embraces her and kisses her. She embraces him. KNOCKING at the R. door.)

Domin. (Releasing her) Come in. (She lays her head on his shoulder.)

Domin. (Letting her go) Come in. (She lays her head on his shoulder.)

(Enter Busman, Gall and Hallemeier in kitchen aprons, Fabry with a bouquet and Alquist with a napkin under his arm.)

Domin. Have you finished your job?

Busman. Yes.

Domin. So have we. (He embraces her. The Men rush around them and offer congratulations.)

Domin. So have we. (He hugs her. The Men rush around them and congratulate them.)

THE CURTAIN FALLS QUICKLY