"That is tantamount to an entirely new memory bank. Even then we cannot guarantee that some other idiosyncrasy will not develop. Frankly, I do not recommend it to you. It is an expensive process, and lobotomys are mainly performed in the larger industrial robotic devices, where an extremely expensive piece of equipment is involved."
The chubby man rubbed his jaw. "I've got to salvage my investment somehow. How much will it cost?"
"Three thousand dollars."
Raymond shrugged sadly, turned and walked out of the room.
The Receptionist-Android looked up at him and said impersonally, "You will receive the Doctor's enormous bill by Telefacs."
As Raymond entered his apartment, disillusioned and exhausted, the Four O'clock News-Facs, containing his want-ad, was sputtering out of the receiver.
When the News-Facs had ceased its chattering, he scanned the paper, grunted a resentful satisfaction, and slumped into his favorite chair.
He sat and fidgeted, and waited and waited, until darkness fell. But there was no response to his ad.
Finally he said to the android, "Looks as if you and I were meant for each other forever and ever."