My elbow wouldn't stop hurting, so i went to the doc. Turns out that they have gone full AI. No doc, just a console in a little room.
It asked a bunch of questions, had me stick my arm in one of those blood pressure cuff things, then a dixie cup dropped out and it asked for a urine sample. I obliged. The lights rippled and it made a humming noise, then in pronounced "you have tennis elbow. Ice and aspirin."
This sorta pissed me off. after thinking about it a few days, I plotted revenge. Got my daughter to pee into a bottle for me. Then I added some crankcase oil from my Chevy, a bit of dog shit off the back lawn and for good measure topped it off by jacking off into the mix. Then I went back to the doc.
When the dixie cup dropped down, pulled out my little flask and submitted the mess. Lights rippled. Humming noise. More lights rippled, and it started to sound like gears grinding. A whisp of smoke drifted out from the screen. Then it stopped.
"Your Chevy needs a tune-up, your dog has worms, your daughter is pregnant, and if you keep jacking off you'll never get rid of that tennis elbow."