Entranced, he listened. When the last echo was lost he felt empty. He sat down on the stool and rubbed his cheek against the old instrument. His hands couldn't stay away from the keyboard. * * * * * Meanwhile his mother strolled determinedly through Culture City. "I just love the synthony don't you, Danny?" For the first time she realized he wasn't with her. She looked around bewilderedly. "Don't worry," said her companion. "He can't be far. Probably in the twentieth century section watching the electric signs." His mother laughed nervously. "Quaint, isn't it? Let's go. We have to find him." She angled to the left, thinking she saw him through the crowd. When she got there it was another little boy, not Danny at all. However she had a bit of luck. The commercial artist on the street was temporarily vacant. She hesitated for a moment between her duty to find Danny at once and her desire to own a real work of art. The middle aged couple heading toward the booth decided her. Swiftly she inserted a coin. "Yes?" said the deep gruff voice of the mechanism. "I'd like two pictures," she said. "Subject matter?" "One for a child's room. Danny Tocar, age 11. You have access to personality records." "I do. But if you can give me some indication--" "Oh something by Roualt. That should be harmless." The robot artist noted that. "Daylight or night?" "Something that glows in the dark," she said. "And the other picture?" She considered. "Something different," she said. "Maybe a combined Miro and Goya." "The two styles aren't compatible," warned the commercial artist. "Then make them compatible," she answered. "It's time the two were reconciled." The commercial artist could not sigh. "Subject matter of the Miro-Goya picture?" "A peaceful scene. Perhaps rockets to the moon." "Goya never heard of rockets," began the artist. "And while there was talk of them during Miro's life--" "Project them," she insisted reasonably. "Project their perceptions to the time of the first rocket to the moon. It's merely a matter of analysis." She gave her name and address. She wasn't going to argue with a robot. A relay in the artist clicked and sent a routine request for apartment dimensions, color layout, furnishing arrangement. Simultaneously the picture requirements were integrated. For the boy it was easy. The elements of the original artist Roualt were reshuffled and the basic night glowing pigments were selected. The Miro-Goya picture was harder. Trial and error were necessary. The results would not be happy; a schizoid painting was bound to ensue. It was the task of the commercial artist to see that the pictorial insanity was not too evident. The middle aged couple stepped into the booth as Danny's mother left. They ordered Grandma Moses and Norman Rockwell, sunny side up.