nearly two o'clock
He flipped away the cigarette , turned on his heel , walked briskly to the automatic elevator which would take him to the lower levels . There , on the third level , he entered a Mecho restaurant , sat down at a table and ordered from the robot waiter , pushing ivory-tipped buttons on the menu before him . He ate leisurely , smoked ferociously , thinking . Looking at his watch , he saw that it was nearly two o'clock . He walked to the cashier machine , inserted the metallic check with the correct change and received from the clicking , chuckling register the disk that would let him out the door . `` Thank you , come again , '' the cashier-robot fluted . `` Do n't mention it , '' growled Wilson .