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controlsтАФall of that, and more, is determined from the analyses of these observational psychologists

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Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea by Theodore Sturgeon

and psychiatrists. ButтАФDr. Hiller! Of them all, to have Dr. Hiller!"

Nelson chuckled. "All right, all right, Doc! We'll buy it, and Dr. Hiller too."

"I'm sorry," laughed Dr. Jamieson. "Dr. HillerтАФMr. Parker тАФAdmiralтАФI don't usually flap off at
the mouth that way. But it would be foolish of me to try to conceal my admiration.... I will see you
again, Doctor?"

"Of course. We'll have quite a bit to do together, I should imagine. I couldn't very well do without
your help."

"Oh, you have it, you have it," said Jamieson, watching them leave. Why my God, he's panting,
Crane thought as he waved and left. Not at all like Chip (who was off somewhere now, licking his
wounds) but still popping off like a school kid on circus day. To those who knew him well, Doc
Jamieson was a pretty reserved guy too. Twice today, Crane thought, he'd heard that accolade: Are
you that Dr. Emery? Are you that Susan Hiller? Twice... weird, he thought. He indulged in a
superstition: they come in threes.

Somewhere in his mind, or perhaps it was from the magazine, he heard a tune, and almost called it
by name. He made an effort and hummed a snatch of it, but still he couldn't remember the name.

The Admiral and the visitors were in the mess-hall, which was next to the sick bayтАФa quiet piece of
planning for any eventuality which would require ward space.

"Captain CraneтАФ"

He turned back. "Yes, Doc."

Jamieson extended a hand and dropped four small objects into his palm. "Hang those on the vips for
me, will you, Lee?"

"Oh," said the Captain. "Dosimeters. Sure, Doc."

"Rank, she is wonderful," said the doctor. "I can make anyone aboard wear oneтАФin the nostril, if I
say so, to boot. Except for just those people who, according to theory, should be protected
mostтАФnamely, exactly those who outrank me."

"You're the doctor," Crane reminded him with a smile.

"I'm the doctor," said Jamieson ruefully. "Can you see me strutting up to the likes of B.J. Crawford
and saying, 'All right, mister, produce your dosimeter. What, no dosimeter? Arrest yourself, mister.'
"

Crane looked into his palm. "B.J., Parker, and Dr. Hiller. Three. You gave me four."