"Perhaps." The little man turned on the smile. "The important thing in an android is that it function properly and efficiently. We are prepared in every way to keep your android in perfect operating condition, but we do not feel that it is at all necessary to concern ourselves with an android's alleged thoughts or vocal expressions. After all, it is only an android. A machine. A clever machine, but a machine." "This clever machine has driven my wife out of our home, and is edging me into a cybernetic psychoneurosis." Raymond walked stiffly out of the Sales Manager's office on to the balcony that overlooked the various androids that were on display in the showroom below and stared at the section designated MANSERVANT. There was an astonishing variety of tall, short, slim, fat, young, middle-aged, and old looking androids. Mr. Krutchamer approached him slowly. Raymond fought back his annoyance and asked in desperation, "What kind of deal can you give me on a trade in?" The Assistant Sales Manager smiled and said thoughtfully, "Let me see." He turned and examined the android. He looked it up and down, walked around in back of it, and looked it up and down some more. Then he circled it slowly three times, and concluded the ritual by making clucking noises with his teeth. Finally Mr. Krutchamer said, "Can't give you too much, you realize. It isn't equipped with radar, or any navagational instruments, or even the built-in computer. About as high as I can go would be one thousand." "One thousand!" exclaimed Raymond. "That would leave a balance of almost four thousand, plus the balance I've already got on this one." The android stared at Raymond and said, "I could have told you that before you came down here, sir." Raymond jumped, and snapped at the android, "Shut up!" Raymond was furious. He turned suddenly on Mr. Krutchamer. The Assistant Sales Manager ran into his office and closed the door behind him. * * * * * "Really, sir," the android said, "your method of operating this flying machine is truly offensive." Raymond jabbed the throttle and the jetcopter leaped forward. He sat tensely at the controls, beads of perspiration across his forehead. The android said, "I would suggest, sir, that you allow me to demonstrate the proper method of operating these controls." The jetcopter lurched suddenly in a sharp turning motion, and angled in rapidly for a reckless ground landing at WHEELER'S WONDERFUL USED ANDROID LOT. Mr. Wheeler personally met Raymond and the android as they disembarked. "Greetings," he said. "Looking for a good used android?" Raymond shook his head. "Got one I want to sell." He pointed and asked, "How much?" Wheeler examined the android rapidly and said, "Looks like a good clean model. Guess I could give you about five hundred cash." Raymond exclaimed, "What! That the best you can do?"