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integrated signal would be amplified and transmitted into the beam, thus, he hoped, focussing his desire for a seven somehow into the reluctant dice.

She interrupted again; "Riverside Arms? Yes. SD. SE!SE! Oh? Beam? North to corner, into MY head!"

He was stunned to realize that this must be his next-door neighbor, who had been peacefully sleeping after her dance act while he rigged his ill-planned experiment just a few feet away on the other side of a paper-thin partition, totally disregarding the fact that it provided no shielding. But how could this have done anything worse than to impart an unreasonable wish on the part of this extraordinary young woman to roll over and come up sevens? And then he recalled he had finally leaned over to touch the dice, stir them up a little; then a blinding flash and oblivion.

"Why? Feedback! What!? You circulated, Then? HERE"!

Then he realized that as his head entered the beam, much more than just a desire for a seven had started to flow; each bit of thought leaving his head was picked up by the wires, amplified, shot back into his head where it shook loose more, until his whole personality was converted to electrical energy and shot into the head of the sleeping girl next door! At this point, she verbalized very slowly and distinctly.

"You are an idiot, and if it were not for the lucky fact that you are left-handed so you could fit into the idle part of my brain, we would now be as mixed up as a batch of concrete and twice as dead. As soon as this lousy finger stops hurting so I can use it, I shall locate your miserable carcass and pump you back into

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