Bernard Beckett

Anax looked to Art, whose large eyes filled with sadness, and found it impossible not to feel sorry for him. She put the thought out of her head and concentrated instead on where the Examiners’ questions would come from.

“No, you’re right. I’m unique. So I can safely say that all androids find you ugly. Not all humans find me ugly. So, technically, I’m better looking than you, using objective criteria.”

“If you were a woman with a face like that, I’d want a drink first. Can you do that? Can you get me a drink?”

“You know drinking is banned among the Soldier class.”

Too much regard for others of course, and the android soon wears itself out in its efforts to serve.