Every now and then, Helen would float by, a gorgeous creature, laughing at George's jokes, mixing our drinks, and smiling at George as if he were the most wonderful man in the world. When I couldn't bear it any longer, I whispered, "What happened?" George drained his glass and shouted across the room, "Come here, Helen!" She came. George said, "Promise not to tell anyone? It's very important." I couldn't imagine his reason for asking me that, but I said, "I promise." "Well," George explained, "I can't take all the credit. I'm a fairly good surgeon, but Lucas had the hardest job. We did it together. Do you know Lucas? He's an electrical engineer ... _a genius_. He designed that electronic calculator at--" "Show him," Helen interrupted. "_Show him!_" She was giggling, laughing, almost jumping up and down with joy. I thought: _She's her old self again, cheerful, bubbling over ..._ George said, "I finally realized what she needed more than anything else ..." He raised Helen's soft brown hair and opened a small panel in the back of her head. In the recess was a maze of tubes and electrical wiring. "She needed a new head," George said. Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from _Fantastic Universe_ August 1958. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.