This is the next installment of the story that is written by many people.

Verity: The day after his dream, Patrick set about applying for an astology course. He'd never been fussed about it before, apart from reading the predictions for his starsign, Gemini Cosgrove, in Robots Healthly Monthly. At the counter, he handed his application form to a bored looking female robot. She looked newly made, with smoothly soldered joins and solidified bubbles on her face, like zits on a human child. She had an organic hand, which was the norm for robots whose systems had partially failed. Even so, Patrick stared at it in facination. He handed over his metal chip to be scanned and debited for his course.
"Where'd you get your hand?" He asked, partly awestruck, partly disgusted.
"Down the med-centre", drawled the girl, picking at a metal zit, "You want one? Only fifteen hudred credits, plus money back and a free replacment if the first one is faulty",
"Thanks for the info. but i think i will pass." Patrick took his chip back and made his way over to a male robot with flared legs and a piston balanced on the top of his head. Patrick collected some brochers from the robot on planetary movement and star formations, and sally forthed to find some accomodation.