It was the most horrible place I have slept in in my life, with that mindless parody of productivity going on constantly around me, and with the wretched waste of time and energy in the making and unmaking of battery-powered toasters. And those gray-uniformed sub-morons, parodies of humanity, shuffling around silently, with no real work to do. During the five days I stayed there I saw no robot except the inspector do anything at his job. And he only dropped toasters into a bin and every hour or so shouted, ‘Recycle time!’ And fed the others their two meals a day.
