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They will be condemning Doctor Dixon’s experiment, by now. He’ll be blamed for what happened to me. The newspapers will yelp, “Young Scientist Loses Mind As Result of Rash Experiment!”
They will be wrong. I didn’t lose my mind. It would be much truer to say that my mind lost me.
meLet me go back. I was Fred Ellis, thirty years old, instructor in psychology at Midwestern University. At least, that’s who I thought I was!
Doctor Francis Dixon, head of our department, was a dark, keen, brilliant man who was out of place in those poky classrooms. But he and John Burke, the assistant professor, carried on much private research.
Dixon’s work was usually way over my head. His ideas were brilliant, if unconventional. Burke, a blond young giant with a strong faculty of imagination, understoo
