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He
stood
back
at
last
.
"
I
’
ll
write
this
into
my
greatest
monograph
!
I
’
ll
speak
of
it
at
the
Martian
Academy
next
month
!
Look
at
you
!
Why
,
you
’
ve
even
changed
your
eye
color
from
yellow
to
blue
,
your
skin
to
pink
from
brown
.
And
those
clothes
,
and
your
hands
having
five
fingers
instead
of
six
!
Biological
metamorphosis
through
psychological
imbalance
!
And
your
three
friends
.
—
"
He
took
out
a
little
gun
.
"
Incurable
,
of
course
.
You
poor
,
wonderful
man
.
You
will
be
happier
dead
.
Have
you
any
last
words
?
"
"
Stop
,
for
God
’
s
sake
!
Don
’
t
shoot
!
"
"
You
sad
creature
.
I
shall
put
you
out
of
this
misery
which
has
driven
you
to
imagine
this
rocket
and
these
three
men
.
It
will
be
most
engrossing
to
watch
your
friends
and
your
rocket
vanish
once
I
have
killed
you
.
I
will
write
a
neat
paper
on
the
dissolvement
of
neurotic
images
from
what
I
perceive
here
today
.
"
"
I
’
m
from
Earth
!
My
name
is
Jonathan
Williams
,
and
these
—
"
"
Yes
,
I
know
,
"
soothed
Mr
.
Xxx
,
and
fired
his
gun
.
The
captain
fell
with
a
bullet
in
his
heart
.
The
other
three
men
screamed
.
Mr
.
Xxx
stared
at
them
.
"
You
continue
to
exist
?
This
is
superb
!
Hallucinations
with
time
and
spatial
persistence
!
"
He
pointed
the
gun
at
them
.
"
Well
,
I
’
ll
scare
you
into
dissolving
.
"
"
No
!
"
cried
the
three
men
,
