It is at night... that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. - Brian Aldiss

In the extraordinary ancestral compost heap of your unconscious mind, I have burrowed too long.

In role-playing games, SF and fantasy have exploded into psychotherapy.

Amid all the triumphs of our civilization — yes, and amid the crushing problems of overpopulation too — it is sad to reflect how many millions of people suffer from increasing loneliness and isolation. Our serving-man will be a boon to them; he will always answer, and the most vapid conversation cannot bore him. For the future, we plan more models, male and female — some of them without the limitations of this first one, I promise you! — of more advanced design, true bio-electronic beings. Not only will they possess their own computer, capable of individual programming; they will be linked to the World Data Network. Thus everyone will be able to enjoy the equivalent of an Einstein in their own homes. Personal isolation will then be banished forever!