Okay, so Ravi supposes that what she's saying makes sense, but it doesn't have the same flash and glamour as what he'd been imagining. If he's honest, he's just a teensy, tiny bit disappointed that the skin isn't from various sources and could potentially be different colours. Ah well, there goes another odd vision of the future.

"I might let a machine attempt surgery, provided that it did all the stuff I didn't want to," he says. "That's what I have an assistant for," he adds brightly. "Sadly, she's also off solving crimes, making me do all the actual work." She's got a point about the technology though, but it would be so cool to have it. "

"What was your favourite, then?" Ravi prods. "Which piece of technology?"