‘Well, who would miss it?’ enquired Benjy. ‘I thought you said you could just read his brain electronically,’ protested Ford. ‘Oh yes,’ said Frankie, ‘but we’d have to get it out first. It’s got to be prepared.’ ‘Treated,’ said Benjy. ‘Diced.’
‘Thank you,’ shouted Arthur, tipping up his chair and backing away from the table in horror.
‘It could always be replaced,’ said Benjy reasonably, ‘if you think it’s important.’ ‘Yes, an electronic brain,’ said Frankie, ‘a simple one would suffice.’

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