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The Problem of Cell 13-4
"And where—where does he get anything to write with?" demanded the warden of the world at large. Still later on the fourth day The Thinking Machine, through the window of his cell, spoke to the armed guard outside. "What day of the month is it?" he asked. "The fifteenth," was the answer. The Thinking Machine made a mental astronomical calculation and satisfied himself that the moon would not rise until after nine o'clock that night. Then he asked another question: "Who attends to those arc lights?" "Man from the company." "You have no electricians in the building?" "No." "I should think you could save money if you had your own man." "None of my business," replied the guard. The guard noticed The Thinking Machine at the cell window frequently during that day, but always the face
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