And that's all! Your Regenerator will do the rest! There will be no language bar or dialect problem, since the Regenerator communicates by Direct Sense Contact (Patent Pending). All you must do is cooperate. 

 Try not to feel any embarrassment or shame. Everyone has problems and many are worse than yours! Your Regenerator has no interest in your morals or ethical standards, so don't feel it is 'judging' you. It desires only to aid you in becoming well and happy. 

 As soon as it has collected and processed enough data, your Regenerator will begin treatment. You make the sessions as short or as long as you like. You are the boss! And of course you can end a session at any time. 

 That's all there is to it! Simple, isn't it? Now plug in your General Motors Regenerator and GET SANE! 

 

 

 "Nothing hard about that," Caswell said to himself. He pushed the Regenerator closer to the couch and plugged it in. He lifted the headband, started to slip it on, stopped. 

 "I feel so silly!" he giggled. 

 Abruptly he closed his mouth and stared pugnaciously at the black-and-chrome machine. 

 "So you think you can make me sane, huh?" 

 The Regenerator didn't answer. 

 "Oh, well, go ahead and try." He slipped the headband over his forehead, crossed his arms on his chest and leaned back. 

 Nothing happened. Caswell settled himself more comfortably on the couch. He scratched his shoulder and put the headband at a more comfortable angle. Still nothing. His thoughts began to wander. 

 Magnessen! You noisy, overbearing oaf, you disgusting-- 

 "Good afternoon," a voice murmured in his head. "I am your mechanotherapist." 

 Caswell twitched guiltily. "Hello. I was just--you know, just sort of--" 

 "Of course," the machine said soothingly. "Don't we all? I am now scanning the material in your 

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