"I've still got me a job. I'm going to develop the faster-than-light space drive and go out looking for aliens. They had interstellar travel. They all couldn't have been destroyed." "Forget it, Carroll." "Forget it?" exploded the physicist. "Forget it when I've a whole world of physics waiting for me to develop? Not on your life!" He stood up and grinned at them boyishly. Then he left and as the door closed Majors looked askance at Pollard. Pollard smiled. "He'll forget it," he said. "The aliens will become dimmer and dimmer in his memory until they are gone. But right now we have a fairly stable James Forrest Carroll on our hands. And, Majors, the final therapy is out there waiting for him. Fine girl." "Rhine," said Carroll softly as the door closed behind him. "Rhine." "I'm--waiting," she replied. "But why not call me Rita. Everybody else does." "I know," he said, looking at her pointedly. "But I'm amused, sort of." "Why?" "Because the one thing that permitted you to gain access to our research was the thing that licked your pals." "And?" she asked, puzzled. "People too often try to divorce the mind from the body," he told her. "It can't be done." "I don't follow." "Infants are all brought into this world alike from a mental standpoint. Yet within a few short months each is a separate identity with a different personality, no matter how similar the environment and heredity. This is because the mind of man is but the accumulated result of what his sensory channels bring it. "An alien you were once, Rhine. But from the instant that you took over that very nice Terran body your mind began to receive information and experiences through the sensory channels of a Terran body. "Every item, every experience, brought to your mind through Terran channels forced your mind to interpret it in terms of Terran nervous stimuli. Therefore, from the second instant after taking over, you began to change subtly to the Terran." "Go on--tell me the rest," she said with a smile. "Day by day, week by week, you will become more and more Terran. Eventually, your alien experiences will fade and you will be as one of us and no longer alien." "You know," she said shyly, "someday I intend to present you with a little alien." "That'll be interesting," he chuckled. "You are becoming more and more Terran even now." "But not," she said with absolute finality, "until we have paid a visit to the clergy!" "See what I mean?" She laughed--very humanlike.