Norman Arkawy

“ A typical newlywed, Ira thought. A perfect prospect, he decided.
"As you undoubtedly know, the outstanding characteristics of U.S. Robot mechanicals have always been ability, durability and reliability. Their performance in industry has earned for the United States Robot Company the enviable reputation it is proud to possess: 'Leader in the art, artist of the trade—if it's U.S. Robot, it's perfect!'"
The woman smiled and allowed the door to swing open slightly. "What about Amalgamated Androids?" she asked. "I understand they've got some pretty good models, too." ”

“ The woman was skeptical. "Maybe your company does make the best factory hands," she argued, "but household robots must be esthetic as well as rugged. And Amalgamated Androids are specialists in building humanoid robots, while your company...." ”

“ Am I not a perfect humanoid? Here," he said, extending his hand, "feel my skin and see if it isn't just like a man's."
The woman gingerly touched his hand. Her eyes mirrored her satisfaction.
Ira pressed his advantage. "Model I robots come in both masculine and feminine designs, built to your individual specifications as to size, coloring, strength, personality traits, apparent age, and so forth. ”

“ If we can work for humans we can also live like them. U.S. Robots and Amalgamated Androids have just lost two employees. Your bag."
Being an android she could work faster than any human counter-part; her bag was packed in nothing flat. ”

“ He was back in his sales pitch. "Work is the basic function of all U.S. Robot Company robots. With all their esthetic perfection, the household models are no exception to this rule. They are unequaled in efficient performance. ”