preconscious with the intent of synthesis, diagnosis, prognosis, and treatment. I find...." 

 "Yes?" 

 "Just one moment." The Regenerator was silent for several minutes. Then, hesitantly, it said, "This is beyond doubt a most unusual case." 

 "Really?" Caswell asked, pleased. 

 "Yes. The coefficients seem--I'm not sure...." The machine's robotic voice grew feeble. The pilot light began to flicker and fade. 

 "Hey, what's the matter?" 

 "Confusion," said the machine. "Of course," it went on in a stronger voice, "the unusual nature of the symptoms need not prove entirely baffling to a competent therapeutic machine. A symptom, no matter how bizarre, is no more than a signpost, an indication of inner difficulty. And all symptoms can be related to the broad mainstream of proven theory. Since the theory is effective, the symptoms must relate. We will proceed on that assumption." 

 "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" asked Caswell, feeling lightheaded. 

 The machine snapped back, its pilot light blazing. "Mechanotherapy today is an exact science and admits no significant errors. We will proceed with a word-association test." 

 "Fire away," said Caswell. 

 "House?" 

 "Home." 

 "Dog?" 

 "Cat." 

 "Fleefl?" 

 Caswell hesitated, trying to figure out the word. It sounded vaguely Martian, but it might be Venusian or even-- 

 "Fleefl?" the Regenerator repeated. 

 "Marfoosh," Caswell replied, making up the word on the spur of the moment. 

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