Marlboro was muttering rapidly and at great length into his "lawyer." Perry did likewise, relating all he could remember of the morning fiasco. When he finished, the machine whirred, whistled and harrumphed twice before spewing out several yards of perforated tape. The plaintiff's counsel did the same, except the tape was longer. "Now Mr. Bailiff," the judge said, "you may bring in the jury." Perry was no longer surprised when the jury was rolled in. It was a large gray analog computor mounted on wheels. The judge stepped down from the bench and fed in the two conflicting tapes. The jury digested the information noisily. "It's an old model," the judge apologized, but just then a white card popped out on a small metal tray. The bailiff delivered it to the judge. He studied the card. Perry's heart thumped painfully during the calculated period of suspense. "As you attempted to inform the court earlier, Mr. Mansfield," the judge said somberly, "there is no law in the land which forces you to buy any item from our distinguished colleagues of distribution." Perry's heart brightened and he slid back from the edge of the chair. "However," the judge peered down, "it has been held by many courts that when the public interest is to be served by the individual purchase of a piece of merchandise which that individual can consume and which that individual is able to buy without financial hardship, then that individual _must_ sacrifice his emotional reluctance to the good of society." The jurist paused thoughtfully. "I think, Mr. Mansfield, that you should relearn the basic tenets of our society and economy. First, Consumption is Prosperity and that derives from the ancient law of Supply and Demand. S & D means, in simple terms, that when there is a supply of something, a demand must be created to consume it. That is why we have Master Salesmen. That is why they are the staunchest and most highly-respected citizens in our land." He bowed to Marlboro who assumed a benevolent smile. "This court decrees," the judge said sternly, "that you are to purchase an item known as the 2087 Serve-All from Master Salesman Marlboro and customary steps will be taken to attach your future salary to satisfy the stipulated payment schedule. Court dismissed." Perry was too stunned to move. His petty rebellion had collapsed into a pot of embarrassment. He was vaguely aware of Marlboro shaking his hand with a moist, jovial palm. "No hard feelings, young man," the MS said. "It was really quite interesting. I haven't had a case like this in five years." The condescension stirred Perry's anger again. "I demand an appeal!" The judge was leaving the bench, but he turned back. "Appeal bond is $2000." "No appeal," Perry said glumly. * * * * * He walked home. The 2087 Serve-All was there waiting for him, in the middle of his living room floor. Marlboro had tied a gay red ribbon around it to cheer him.