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fighting the Communist guerrillas in the jungles of
Vietnam. By the time I was thirty, I was known as
a bright boy in the world of physics. I joined the
Chicago Special Research Institute, and because of
my ideas on matter transmission was appointed
Director of the department responsible for de-
veloping the machine.

I remember we were working late on it, enlarg-
ing its capacity so that it could take a man.

The neon lights in the lab ceiling illuminated the
shining steel and plastic cabinet, the great 'trans-
lator cone' directed down at it, and all the other
equipment and instruments that filled the place al-
most to capacity. There were five of us working-
three technicians and Doctor Logon, my chief
assistant.

I checked all the instruments while Logan and
the men worked on the equipment. Soon all the
gauges were reading what they should read, and
we were ready.

I turned to Doctor Logan and looked at him. He
said nothing as he looked back at me. Then we
shook hands. That was all.

I climbed into the machine. They had tried to
talk me out of it earlier but had given up by this
time. Logan reached for the phone and contacted
the team handling the 'receiver'. This was situated
in a lab on the other side of the building.

Logan told the team we were ready and checked
with them. They were ready, too.

Logan walked to the main switch. Through the
little glass panel in the cabinet I saw him switch it
on gravely.

My body began to tingle pleasantly. That was all
at first. It is difficult to describe the weird sensation
I experienced as soon as the transmitter began to