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R. U. R.
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Primus
It is you who run away from me, Helena.
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. [Primus grasps her hand.]
Primus
Do you not sometimes feel your heart beating suddenly, Helena, and think: now something must happen?
Helena
What could happen to us, Primus? [Helena puts a rose in Primus's hair. Primus and Helena look into mirror and burst out laughing.] Look at yourself.
Alquist
Laughter? Laughter? Human beings? [Getting up.] Who has returned? Who are you?
Primus
The Robot Primus.
Alquist
What? A Robot? Who are you?
