Nigel calmed down. "This is what io haven't told you. Preview is artificial intelligence, right? Well, I programmed him to be able to CREATE other robots, Reid. That probably means that he is either creating an army . . . Or creating himself. I am terrified, Reid. And I'm so stupid." Nigel sat on the picnic bench and started petting chuck while eating the last sandwich. "We have to find Preview, Reid. But we'll need a lot of help."