S. M. Tenneshaw

“ 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." ”

“ 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. ”

“ 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!"
"Because, sir," the clerk answered in a frightened voice, "to be of any value to your wife, the unit will have to be keyed to her brain frequency."
Gardner stomped the floor. "Then you've wasted my time. We can't do business. My wife would never come down here." ”