"Danny."
"Danny what?"
"Just Danny."
The machine answered slowly. "You have the privilege of remaining anonymous. Please sit down."
Danny sat down.
"Identification."
This didn't seem anonymous to Danny. Hesitantly he pressed his thumb against the fingerprint plate.
"That's satisfactory," said the machine. "The fingerprint is for my files. I'll not try to trace you."
Danny relaxed. The old machine was better for his purpose.
"Certain data is necessary before you can be admitted to the consulting chamber," said the S.P. "We'll keep it to a minimum. First your age?"