 What is the central irony of Quest's last words in the story?
Transcriber's Note: Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as possible; changes (corrections of spelling and punctuation) made to the original text are marked like this . The original text appears when hovering the cursor over the marked text. This e-text was produced from Amazing Science Fiction Stories March 1959. 50 THE JUPITER WEAPON By CHARLES L. FONTENAY He was a living weapon of destruction— immeasurably powerful, utterly invulnerable. Trella feared she was in for trouble even before Motwick's head dropped forward on his arms in a drunken stupor. Motwick, already drunk, had insisted. A woman could not possibly make her way through these streets alone to the better section of town, especially one clad in a silvery evening dress. Perhaps she could call one of Motwick's friends; she had no one on Ganymede she could call a real friend herself. Trella swung with her whole body, and slapped him so hard he nearly fell from his chair. In desperation, she dodged around the short man and took refuge behind him. Her protector was obviously unwilling, but the dark man, faced with his massiveness, took no chances. The dark man moved in on Trella again as Kregg overtook his quarry and swung a huge fist like a sledgehammer. Exactly what happened, Trella wasn't sure. She had the impression that Kregg's fist connected squarely with the short man's chin before he dodged to one side in a movement so fast it was a blur. But that couldn't have been, because the short man wasn't moved by that blow that would have felled a steer, and Kregg roared in pain, grabbing his injured fist. It smashed on Kregg's head, splashing the floor with liquor, and Kregg sank stunned to his knees. The dark man, who had grabbed Trella's arm, released her and ran for the door. Moving agilely around the end of the bar, the bartender stood over Kregg, holding the jagged-edged bottleneck in his hand menacingly. Kregg stumbled to his feet and staggered out. Trella ran to the unconscious Motwick's side. The broad face before 52 her was not unhandsome, and the blue eyes were disconcertingly direct, but she despised him for a coward. The gravity of Ganymede was hardly more than that of Earth's moon, but the way the man picked up the limp Motwick with one hand and tossed him over a shoulder was startling: as though he lifted a feather pillow. He followed Trella out the door of the Golden Satellite and fell in step beside her.
 He claims that "androids are made" to justify his human status, disregarding the impact of his father's programming efforts
 He claims that "androids are made" to justify his human status, disregarding the impact of his father's programming efforts  He declares that "androids don't grow up," when in reality, his father programmed him to appear to (physically) age  He states that he "remembers his boyhood on Jupiter," when in reality, he is still a boy  He says he "remembers his boyhood on Jupiter," when in reality, his memories were programmed into his brain