YOUR SERVANT, SIR
BY SOL BOREN
We all know that every android has
its little idiosyncrasies. But what can
a civilized human being do about it when
his perfect servant drives him crazy?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Worlds of If Science Fiction, October 1956.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The chubby woman glared at the android and dropped her suitcase on the floor. She turned to her husband and said in an angry, unsteady voice, "I'm leaving." Her double chin trembled. "I can't stand the sight of that thing another second."
Raymond Golden gripped his empty glass with both hands, leaned forward tensely in the chair, and tried to find the right words.
"Paula," he began helplessly. "Please wait. I'll get it fixed, or sell it, or trade it in. I'll do something."
Mrs. Golden pointed a shaky, pudgy finger. "I'll never come back as long as that is here."