Not as well done as the Twilight Zone version, but it keeps us in suspense, wondering what indeed he does need. This is certainly a tale of morality as much as science fiction, given the acceptance of such a machine. It gets down to the greatest good for the greatest number, a dilemma faced time after time throughout history. The old man is doing good. Unfortunately, it is his advertising that brings a slimy reporter to his door, observing the people leaving with baubles, wondering what sort of impact such things could have. Once the leech gets his suckers in, it's a battle to the finish, literally. The joy in the story is seeing how seemingly insignificant things, like a simple shears, could be worth the kind of money people are paying. The sad thing is that the young man would never relent. His drunken aspirations have made him a juggernaut and he resolves to impress his equally unimpressive barfly girlfriend. This one is pretty good.