In the vast underground facilities of Rossum’s Universal Republicans, candidate unit Moneyed Imbecile Three Thousand is having its responses tested
How do you feel about being hooked up to these diagnostic devices?
You’re in a desert walking along when you look down, and you see a tortoise, she’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on her back. The tortoise lays there, her belly baking in the hot sun, beating her legs trying to turn herself over, but you’re not helping the poor thing. Why is that, MITT?
But she’s helpless, lying there upside-down.
You are given a calfskin wallet for your birthday…
You’re watching television. Suddenly you realize there’s a wasp crawling on your arm.
You’re watching a stage play. A banquet is in progress. The entree consists of boiled dog.
Do you watch NASCAR?
RUR technician’s note: OOT (Out Of Touch) glitch not yet resolved, further calibration needed. IOW more Philip K., less Dick