"But only now has Kamiss been able to individualize the robot and endow it with a real intelligence. The process involved a new sensitizer we developed. This device is motivated by a micro-wave control individualized to the unit itself. The result, Mr. Gardner, is basic intelligence and unswerving devotion. Each unit is--" "You talk too much," Gardner growled with his usual tact. "Trot one of the things out and let me look it over." "Certainly sir," and the clerk scurried away, fearful of offending this powerful man. * * * * * A few moments later, the drapes parted and a robot walked into the room. Gardner scowled at it. He was disappointed. "Rather tall isn't it?" The clerk, following close behind the robot, said, "True, but its dimensions are the result of exhaustive scientific research. The height is nine-feet-three and one-quarter inches, the arm-span six-feet-two inches. The body and the appendages are well padded with our new _Vino-Live Plasticene_--almost a flesh-equivalent. The hands you will note, sir, are absolute masterpieces of human ingenuity. The unit can powder a rock or pick up a pin. Let me demonstrate." "It's about time," Gardner growled. The demonstration was spectacular. The robot took a one-inch steel bar in its hands and formed a loop. It threaded an old-fashioned sewing needle, then picked up a fragile vase and moved it tenderly across the room. The clerk beamed with justifiable pride. "Tell the gentleman your qualifications, Raymond." The robot looked at Gardner through two blue electronic eyes and said, "I can perform any task a human servant can perform. And I will be more devoted and loyal than a human servant could possibly be. Your commands will be obeyed without question. Your wishes will always be fulfilled to the limit of my power. You and you alone will be my god." The salesman coughed apologetically. "A little flowery, I'm afraid, but our advertising and sales engineers demanded it." "Where does the voice come from?" "Another Kamiss innovation. An ultrasonic selector draws the words from a storage wire attuned to--" "Enough chatter. I'll take one." The salesman beamed. "Where would you like it delivered, sir?" "I'll take it with me. I plan it as a surprise gift for my wife." The salesman's smile vanished. "Then perhaps you could bring the lady here to our establishment--" "No," Gardner scowled. "Why should I?" "As I was endeavoring to explain, sir, the units are, of necessity, completely individualized. The controlling factor is the electronic wavelength of the owner's brain. As you know, the frequency of every human brain varies. No two are alike. That is the key to the whole concept of _Domestic Two_. We--" "Will you quit babbling and get to the point!" Gardner bellowed. "Tell me in simple words why I can't take the robot with me!"