The Creature Inside BY JACK SHARKEY ILLUSTRATED BY WOOD [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of Tomorrow December 1963 Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] The room was small, but it held a whole universe--and Norcriss had no place in it! I "How much did they tell you about the fix we're in?" said Dr. Alan Burgess to his visitor. Lieutenant Jerry Norcriss shook his head. "They said you'd fill me in. They said it was urgent." Burgess paused, lighted a cigarette, then belatedly offered one to Jerry, who declined. "Well," he said, interspersing his words with short nervous puffs of smoke, "about a year ago, I stumbled on a way to reverse the process of an electro-encephalograph, to play pre-recorded thoughts and experiences to a man's mind. You zoologists, with your Contact process for penetrating newly discovered fauna's minds, will be familiar with the process. Luckily for us." Jerry eyed him. "Go on." "My development involves an infinitely selective feedback. We give the subject a saturating dose of inflowing concepts. His mind is free to choose among them and to link them. Take 'bigness, affluence and danger' for an instance. The subject puts them together and fleshes them out. He could experience a large, expensive fission bomb falling onto him, or he could be sacrificed to an immense golden idol, or--Or anything that his inner mind chose." "I begin to understand," said Jerry. "The overlay influences all the senses. The subject thinks he's _really_ undergoing whatever he conjures up--and you use it for therapy, letting him work off his aggressions and frustrations in what seems to him an actual universe." "Correct, except for the tense," said Alan Burgess. "I _was_ doing that until Monday of this week." He leaned forward across the desk. "We screen the subjects carefully, because certain psychoses could be disastrous to the subject in my device. Paranoia, for instance. The man would be amid unutterable horrors, with danger on every side; he'd emerge a gibbering idiot, if he didn't die of heart failure first." "Emerge?" asked Jerry, frowning. "I'd assumed you used a helmet, such as we do in Contact...."