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“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