Raymond turned to his android and said, "I've reconsidered. Maybe psycho-electronic-therapy can really help—one of us." He glanced at his watch. It was eleven a. m. "Let's go."
The android followed obediently and said, "This is extremely monotonous."
The door read: DR. FREDRICK MILLHOP, PRD
Inside, the waiting room was jammed with human beings and assorted electronic, two-legged contrivances. Surprise halted Raymond half-way through the doorway, and he studied the crowd in disbelief.
A beautiful female voice pierced the noisy confusion of human and unhuman voices: "Do you have an appointment, or are you human?"
Raymond stared at the Receptionist-Android, with its fixed smile on its sculptured feminine face, and replied unhappily, "I had no idea I would need one."
The Receptionist-Android smiled steadily. "Is this an emergency, or a disaster, or are you sober?"
"Could be," Raymond replied, bewildered. "Yes."
"If you desire to wait, perhaps the Doctor might see you, see you, see you. But I don't see why, see why, see why."