he listened to his hunger , as it told him what to do . he jumped his highest and best , slapping a hand onto the rock . the scales of his hand found a way to grip the polished stone , leaving him hanging there by his palm . he released his hold , falling back to the top step . a collective groan rose from the crowd , and he heard some say he had given up already

i wanted to surrender to that-anything but the truth . but jacob was not letting me off so easy . '' i know you 're stressed out about the paparazzi . what i do n't know is why you wo n't talk to me about it . '' '' right , '' i scoffed at that . '' what do you want me to say , jacob

'' could you explain this a little more clearly ? '' he asked . gently . sidney described his experience . talking with the robot . relating to the robot . observing the robot . interviewing those who worked with the robot . he came to the moment when mr. carroway took his final breath . he described what seemed to be the act of self-preservation on the part of the robot

'' you keep callin ' it an enzyme , which ai n't quite right -- strictly speaking , '' susan said . '' it 's a livin ' thing . like a parasite . '' '' what makes ya say that ? '' spider asked . she led them to a rusty shopping cart parked in the corner . a tangle of glass coils and copper tubing wound around a tarnished brass tank bolted to the bottom of the
cart