“Where are you taking me?”
The car hesitated, or rather gave a faint whirring click, as if information, somewhere, was dropping card by punch-slotted card under electric eyes. “To the Psychiatric Center for Research on Regressive Tendencies.”
Bradbury’s The Pedestrian.
Sad to say, I think we are closer to this than we ought to be.
| via Mike J. Moran, via Roger Ebert