"The robot's face swung across her vision, with a strangely malevolent smile. It couldn't be happening. The doll had no brain, no will. It couldn't resent her and purposely ruin her performance. Or could it? She remembered fleetingly how her father's typograph, from apparently jammed and useless keys, had transcribed his annoyed curse and thrown it back at him. Was there more to a machine than people realized? No it was impossible."
From "The Human Element".
By L. D. Hall
1959.