Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 71 — page 120: what you’re looking at

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MISPLACED PERSON your fear will vanish and you — will be wholly normal again.” He busied himself setting up the visual hypno-aid, an impressive apparatus consist- ing basically of an interrupted light source focused with mirrors into the eyes of the _ patient. He also selected an injection-ampole of a drug designed to increase the sus- ceptibility of the patient. He smiled as he approached Mark. “This won’t take long. If you will bare your wrist, please? Thank you.” Ex- pertly, he slid the needle beneath the skin, then frowned as he struck something hard. He pressed and the needle broke. Startled, he looked at his patient. Mark was lying back, obviously unconscious of the pain he should be feeling, his eyes staring at the hooded shape of the hypno- aid. Henderly withdrew the broken needle. “Comfortable? Good. Now just stare at the lights and listen to my voice. Ready? Now!” He switched on the machine. Lights. Flashing and swirl- — ing and colourful just like. those other lights he had seen when... When? Mark felt his fear mount to an almost sickening pitch so that he trembled as he fought the desire to get up and away. Desperately, he stared at the flickering pin-point, not — hearing the smooth voice beside him as Henderly sug- gested that he should sleep... Sleep ...sleep... But he couldn’t sleep. He had never slept and never would. He had never had a girl, either, and...and... Mark rose from the chair and smiled towards the startled psychologist. “Thank you,” he said calmly. “I am cured now.” “Cured? But how? The treatment has only just begun.” Henderly ran after Mark as he headed towards the door. “‘Wait! Tell me how I cured you. Please!” Mark didn’t answer. He was out of the office and 119 conmiclsookS.conn