"Your hour will start," said Adams, "as soon as you finish talking."
He turned smartly and walked back to the patio, very stiff and straight.
Now that he had won, Sutton suddenly was weak, and he walked to the visor on legs that seemed to have turned to rubber.
He sat down before the visor and took out the directory that he needed.
INFormation. And the subheading.
Geography, historic, North America.
He found the number and dialed it and the glass lit up.
The robot said: "Can I be of service, sir?"
"Yes," said Sutton, "I would like to know where Wisconsin was."
"Where are you now, sir?"