Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 46 — page 72: what you’re looking at

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SAVIOUR ‘run and hide in fear, but that they were great powers which were his to use in causes that were dear to him. He nodded to Dr. Allard. “‘Can we get through it all before the morning workers get here?’ he asked. The doctor stood up behind his desk and pointed towards a metal door. “There’s a Processing room through there,” he said, “complete - with Analyser and everything I.need. And there’s plenty of time.” They. walked towards the door. The mechanical Analyser took slightly over three hours to reveal to Dr. Allard the past life of his very particular patient, questioning and prob- ing in the depths of uncon- sciousness and preconscious- ness to which even the powers of a telepath such as Allard himself could not penetrate. Patrick Vane, drugged and flaccid in the great metal chair, knew nothing of these revelations that his mind was making to the intricate elec- tronic questioner. He was unaware of word-association tests, unaware of pneumo- graphic apparatus that re- corded changes in his breath- ing, unaware of the fact that 71 even the smallest psycho- galvanic reflexes in his skin were being recorded and integrated with all the other information that he was un- wittingly supplying. The psychosurgery itself took a further two and a half | hours. It would have taken far longer had not Dr. Allard been a telepath, and had not Patrick Vane been a special patient on whom he could use his telepathic powers without fear of discovery. Once again, as when under the Analyser, the Processing room was the whole world - for Patrick Vane. It was the bed in which he had been born and the cot to which he had been transferred. It con- tained everything that his life had ever contained—up to a point. For the life he lived over again was a life slightly changed here, very changed there, altered in a certain fashion elsewhere. From the vast amount of information supplied by the Analyser, Dr. Allard was enabled to see where to. strike, where to correct, where to change. ' From the savage selfishness of the new-born infant mind right up to the puzzled and eighteen-year-old Patrick’s last conscious thoughts the doc- tor was with him, watching comiclooks.corn