Explore "The Velvet Glove" by Harry Harrison on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
New York was a bad town for robots this year. In fact, all over the country it was bad for robots.
Jon Venex fitted the key into the hotel room door. He had asked for a large room, the largest in the hotel, and paid the desk clerk extra for it. All he could do now was pray that he hadn't been cheated. He didn't dare complain or try to get his money back. He heaved a sigh of relief as the door swung open, it was bigger than he had expected -- fully three feet wide by five feet long. There was more than enough room to work in. He would have his leg off in a jiffy and by morning his limp would be gone.