 What did Joe find strange when he first awoke at the hospital after his treatment?
I've been a garbage man, street-cleaner, ditch-digger—" On the other side of the room, the jukebox came to life with a roar and a group of teen-agers scrambled to the dance floor. There were no longer any prisons—CPA officials had declared loudly and emphatically that their job was to prevent crime, not punish it. Instead, he was sent to a hospital where all criminal tendencies were removed from his mind by psychologists, shock treatments, encephalographic devices, a form of prefrontal lobotomy and a dozen other methods. He was a hero to the millions of men and women who had suppressed impulses to kill someone, beat their mates, get drunk, or kick a dog.
 He felt no different.
 He had a pounding headache.  He felt unable to lie.  He felt no different.  He felt like a hero.