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"
An
auditory
appeal
,
even
with
the
patient
dead
,
"
observed
Mr
.
Xxx
as
he
shot
the
three
men
down
.
They
lay
on
the
sand
,
intact
,
not
moving
.
He
kicked
them
.
Then
he
rapped
on
the
ship
.
"
It
persists
!
They
persist
!
"
He
fired
his
gun
again
and
again
at
the
bodies
.
Then
he
stood
back
.
The
smiling
mask
dropped
from
his
face
.
Slowly
the
little
psychologist
’
s
face
changed
.
His
jaw
sagged
.
The
gun
dropped
from
his
fingers
.
His
eyes
were
dull
and
vacant
He
put
his
hands
up
and
turned
in
a
blind
cirde
.
He
fumbled
at
the
bodies
,
saliva
filling
his
mouth
.
"
Hallucinations
,
"
he
mumbled
frantically
.
"
Taste
.
Sight
.
Smell
.
Sound
.
Feeling
.
"
He
waved
his
hands
.
His
eyes
bulged
.
His
mouth
began
to
give
off
a
faint
froth
"
Go
away
!
"
he
shouted
at
the
bodies
.
"
Go
away
!
"
he
screamed
at
the
ship
.
He
examined
his
trembling
hands
.
"
Contaminated
,
"
he
whispered
wildly
.
"
Carried
over
into
me
.
Telepathy
.
Hypnosis
.
Now
I
’
m
insane
,
Now
I
’
m
contaminated
.
Hallucinations
in
all
their
sensual
forms
.
"
He
stopped
and
searched
around
with
his
numb
hands
for
the
gun
.
"
Only
one
cure
.
Only
one
way
to
make
them
go
away
,
vanish
.
"
A
shot
rang
out
,
Mr
.
Xxx
fell
.
The
four
bodies
lay
in
the
sun
.
Mr
.
Xxx
lay
where
he
fell
.
The
rocket
reclined
on
the
little
sunny
hill
and
didn
’
t
vanish
.
