He repeated without turning. (It had a terrible attraction for the large-primate mind, Devi-en thought. And then they'll have to keep a few of us to take care of them, won't they? They wouldn't kill us all. He was expected to deal with matters of policy involving the human satellites of Multivac, just as those technically trained satellites were expected to deal with Multivac itself.
A quick death he would never feel, at least. He took to sleeping over on a cot in Potterley's basement and spending his weekends there entirely. 'The Cult is in for an hour of unexampled prosperity. He sat perfectly erect, with no signs of fear or any other emotion in his face.