When Charles walked in, this Marilyn, Stasia her name was, had looked at his name tag and thought he was her James. She didn't have the slightest idea of who he really was. Then Charles closed his eyes, swallowed, and knew something else. It really didn't make the least bit of difference _who_ he was. And of course, the solution to all his troubles was obvious. With a sigh, Charles leaned over Stasia and kissed her. END End of Project Gutenberg's The Standardized Man, by Stephen Bartholomew