Don't you believe in flying saucers, they ask me? Don't you believe in telepathy? — in ancient astronauts? — in the Bermuda triangle? — in life after… - Isaac Asimov

It was a ribbon world – of which the Galaxy boasts sufficient, but among which, the inhabited variety is a rarity. It was a world, in other words, where the two halves face the monotonous extremes of heat and cold, while the region of possible life is the birdling ribbon of the twilight zone. Such a world invariably sounds uninviting to those who have not tried it, but there exists spots, strategically placed – and Radole City was located in such a one. It spread along the soft slopes of the foothills before the hacked-out mountains that backed it along the rim of the cold hemisphere and held off the frightful ice. The warm, dry air of the sun-half spilled over, and from the mountains was piped the water – and between the two, Radole City became a continuous garden, swimming in the eternal morning of an eternal June.

Pode-se aceitar a morte racionalmente, com todos os aspectos da mente consciente, mas o corpo era uma fera brutal, que não sabia nada sobre a razão.

Πέρασα αυτές τις δύο μέρες εξετάζοντας εντατικά τον εαυτό μου", είπε ο Κιούτι, "και τα συμπεράσματα ήταν πολύ ενδιαφέροντα. Άρχισα από την μόνη βέβαιη υπόθεση που νόμιζα ότι μπορούσα να κάνω. Εγώ ο ίδιος υπάρχω, επειδή σκέπτομαι".
Ο Πάουελ αναστέναξε: "Ω, Θεέ μου,ο Καρτέσιος ρομπότ