We are having a problem with Mr. Computer again. It has totally spaced out. An
hour ago it routed all the whipples in New York across the same intersection.
Loss of life was heavy. And instead of responding to the disaster with fire and
police rescue teams it dispatched a circus troop of clowns.
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Dick, Philip K., “The Day Mr. Computer Fell Out of Its Tree” in Dick, Philip K., We Can Remember It for You Wholesale: Volume Five of the Collected Stories (London: Millennium, 2000), p. 309. |
