"... hope we finish. I'm tired."
"Sleepy?"
"Yeah, sleepy."
"Well, we'll have everything on punched cards for Tilly in a couple of hours or so. All the factors about you that this testing will unearth would take a research staff five hundred years to integrate down to the point where it would mean anything. With Tilly it takes five minutes. She doesn't make mistakes, either."
"Nice Tilly."
"And after the results come through, you're assigned and you sign your release and you're on your way to money."
Again the flicker of fear came, deeper this time. "Money...."
More tests, more tests. Hear a sound, punch a button. See a picture, record it. Test after endless test, dozens of records, his brain growing tired, tired. Then into the bright, gleaming room, up onto the green-draped table.
"No pain, Jeff, nothing to worry about. Be over in just a minute."