This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.

I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.

And so as much as I can, I care about her, dear Deborah. It's probably not love, but I would rather she were happy.

And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.

IN MY LIFELONG STUDY OF HUMAN BEINGS, I HAVE FOUND that no matter how hard they might try, they have found no way yet to prevent the arrival of Monday morning. And they do try, of course, but Monday always comes, and all the drones have to scuttle back to their dreary workaday lives of meaningless toil and suffering.

For my part, my interest in Paris had faded away completely long ago when I learned that it was in France.

Money to me had always been merely something the sheep used to show each other how wonderful they were.