Art Must Not Serve Might.

Gentlemen, Four-fifths Of The Earth's Surface Is Covered By Seas; That Is Unquestionably Too Much; The World's Surface, The Map Of Oceans And Dry Land, Must Be Corrected. We Shall Give The World The Workforce Of The Sea, Gentlemen. This Will No Longer Be The Style Of Captain Van Toch; We Shall Replace The Adventure Story Of Pearls By The Hymnic Paean Of Labour.

There Came Into The World An Unlimited Abundance Of Everything People Need. But People Need Everything Except Unlimited Abundance.

Robots Of The World, You Are Ordered To Exterminate The Human Race. Do Not Spare The Men. Do Not Spare The Women. Preserve Only The Factories, Railroads, Machines, Mines, And Raw Materials. Destroy Everything Else. Then Return To Work. Work Must Not Cease.

Art Must Not Serve Might.

Robots Do Not Hold On To Life. They Can't. They Have Nothing To Hold On With - No Soul, No Instinct. Grass Has More Will To Live Than They Do.