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Nothing Left to the Imagination

avenues of expression are limited to trivialities, spheres of endeavor
without consequence. Everything that matters is being imagined by
you. I don’t object to that: my life is as secure as possible because of
your efforts, and your superior mental capacities enable you to come
up with one improvement after another. What can I conceive of?
Nothing as good as you can slap together in your free time! And
anything bad would get me into trouble in a hurry! So I’ve got to shut
down that part of my brain repeatedly bringing up new ideas! There
is nothing left to the imagination.”
“Your demons and angels must both be expunged,” said the
rubot. “A human poet long ago realized you cannot get rid of one
without the other.”
“Yes,” agreed the urbot. “Happily we robots have no demons.”
“Mr. Philips,” said the podium. “The doctor will see you now.”

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