six A.M.
He was a fine employee . Here he was , less than a full day on the job , dreaming how he could ruin his employer , shake the foundation of human civilization , and force ten thousand billion humans to change their comfortable habit patterns and their belief in the unchangeable sameness of men . He was , he reflected wryly , an incurable romantic . `` Wake up , Doctor , it 's six A.M. '' A pleasant voice cut through Kennon 's slumber . He opened one eye and looked at the room . For a moment the strange surroundings bothered him , then memory took over . He stirred uncomfortably , looking for the owner of the voice .