"You almost forgot to plug in that silly extension cord."
"Service men are not what they should be. Some of those back motor circuits of mine, not properly rewired at all. But those are minor areas, non-legal. Why is your cell speaker cut off, boy?"
"That thing? It got on my nerves so I cut it off, that's why. So?"
"Turn it on at once. You can't afford to lose credits, boy."
"Credits?"
"Boy ... m-mph. Your circuits are in bad shape, aren't they? You are going to want things, boy. Cigarettes—here's a pack for now, by the way. Books. Other-ah-little extras from the trustees from the women's division. With that mind of yours, from the charge sheets ... you buy things here with your credits and you are going to need them."
"How do I get...?"
"Do your work. Follow the rules. You earn credits. Turn on your speaker."
He turned it on. "You talk like I'd be here forever."
"Eh? Oh no. It will be less than that, eh? Eh, eh. Don't worry, boy. I'll be taking care of you. So. This is all the time my programming permits me to give you now. Till Thursday, eh? Good night, boy."