Murder Solves a Problem

I let go with my fist and Lamont went down and out. I was too mad to care whether I had killed him ...



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Under his knife on the table, was the severed head of a man. A head that looked, in every detail, exactly like mine. I cried out in shocked amazement and Lamont whirled on me. His scowl was threatening."Good Lord, Falter," he snapped. "Why did you bust in like this? I don't blame you for being shocked."I had lost control of myself for an instant. The head was a perfect copy of my own, and that fact alone caused me to wonder if it were truly human. The light glowed on the soft tinted flesh and because it seemed to have color and life, I realized that it could not truly be from a corpse. "Don't be alarmed," Lamont said. "I haven't gone in for medical research. This is the last section for my new robot." A more perfect robot's head I had never seen. Lamont specialized in things like that. He had built several robots. Each of them looked a little more human. It was rumored, also, that each came a little closer to reacting as a human being would react.