Matrix — Douglas R. Mason

Paradise City had come of age in its own right. Complexity born of complexity had given it a mind of its own, which could be served well enough by the androids who had been created to relieve the inhabitants of the boring routines of admin. Now the time was ripe for the human element to be phased out as being no longer able to contribute anything of importance. Joe Dill, in spite of a clear veto, had gotten himself a technical education and saw further into the long term aims of the tin brain than anyone else. But getting the message across to the man or woman in the market place, with the very fabric of the city working against him, was a very dubious operation indeed.