Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 108: what you’re looking at

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How’d you like someone to do ; every little thing for you? Wouldn't you wish you were dead ? SERVANT by T. D. ENRY SMITH stared morosely at Servo. Servo stared back at him with his eager, painted smile. (Finish guaranteed per- manent.) Sometimes Henry thought he disliked the servile smirk worse than anything else about the Perfect Robot. It will,” the salesman had said blithely, “anticipate your every wish.” And it did, too. For a while it had been exciting to reach for a cigarette and find one snatched from the box, lighted with a motion too quick for the eye to follow, and deftly inserted between his lips. Or to reach for his slippers and find his shoes gently removed and the slip- pers on his feet. Or to wonder where he had laid down the PROBLEM HAMM latest National Geographic and find it in his hand open tc the page he had last finished. Or... but why go on through the depressing chronicle of perfection ? Carefully indoctrinated to remove anything that might give Henry discomfort, as well as to anticipate his wishes, the robot’s delicate mechanisms were attuned to the owner’s encephalographic patterns with an almost in- credible minuteness that a century ago would have smacked of black magic. Having a personal devil, Mr. Smith sometimes reflected moodily, would have been preferable; at least one could have dissolved the pentagram and seen the familiar vanish in a puff of sulphur. 107 comiclooks.conn