This was critical. "Nineteen," said Danny readily.
"That's young," said the machine thoughtfully. "You're aware that persons under eighteen can't be treated?"
He was aware. That's why he'd come to this machine. Presumably it was less efficient than newer models, particularly in the detection circuits.
"You're still very young," continued the S.P. "My advice is to seek help from your parents. If you don't want to do that, there's a free public counselling service."
Danny waited.
"Then I will take you," said the machine. "As a sidewalk psychiatrist, I have no choice. However, in view of your stated age I'll have to check your mentality."
The newer models of sidewalk psychiatrists did that automatically. Under the direction of the machine Danny placed a clumsy device over his head. He concentrated on thinking slowly and clearly. Above all, clearly. The machine could not read his thoughts, but it could get an encephalocurve which could be compared to standard ones.
In time the sidewalk psychiatrist instructed him to remove the device. "At least nineteen mentally," it announced. "Sometimes higher, much higher. In other areas actually childish in configuration. Perhaps that's why you need help."
"Maybe," said Danny.
"You may enter the consulting chamber. Deposit the amount indicated at the door."