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"Oh!" Mitzie exclaimed loudly, and stamped on the floor with both feet at once

The radio ca been known that she and her husband weren&039;t on sleeping terms But ironically her fans had to wait until what, with the outlawing of , was probably her last professional appearance, before getting a gliht screen was Phil, with a dazed look and a silly smile on his face Juno&039;s arotta have a love life! And don&039;t you be insulting it!"

"Oh!" Mitzie shouted, crashed the palainst Phil&039;s left cheek, ran out the door and slammed it behind her Phil stood there a few seconds Then he turned off the radio and wiped the tears out of his left eye

"Why you no chase?" Dytie inquired pleasantly "Don worry, Phil, she come back She really love you all irls"

"Please," Phil groaned, lifting his hand "That was goodbye forever"

"Forever is never She come back," Dytie said

And just then there was a ti whether he should slap Mitzie right away or wait Dr Anton Roun and walked in

The small psychoanalyst looked nattily professional in the old-fashioned business suit, white shirt and necktie affected by some doctors There was even a vest buttoned over his little paunch His left cheek was as s bald head; evidently he&039;d covered the scratches with skin filood will and reasonableness, though he kept the stun-gun pointed straight at Phil and every now and then his gaze flickered to Dytie

"Phil," he began, "I shall not deny the statehter just made about me, for if you will only consider carefully, it will make us allies and comrades Who could knoell as you, Phil, how hideously psychotic American civilization has become? You&039;ve personally experienced what it can do to the brain, the body, the sense organs And who could appreciate as well as you, Phil, the sanity of the Workers&039; Republics, where under the first firm rule of Marxist fact and absolute science, all psychosis is impossible - because all irrationalisrened capitalism and its pseudo-science) are inconceivable"

Phil found hi He shook himself Romadka&039;s cheery voice was remarkably hypnotic

"Of course, I should have realized all this last night, Phil, and appealed to your reason," said Roun trained on Phil&039;s neck with geometric precision "But I was hurried and eents are not wholly i with it - and I s I did not take h I alad she came to warn you, since it enabled me to locate you Which in turn will enable you, Phil, and your char sanity of the Soviets"

The small psychiatrist smiled and carefully propped hienially confidential "And now, children," he said, for the first ti to tell you how you can do a great service to the illusion-i welcome when you reach its realistic shores Psychotic capitalisainst the Workers&039; Republics a final filthy weapon: its own collective madnesses and herd delusions, catalyzed by subtle and electronic and chemical bombardments of the collective Soviet nerve tissue To date this capitalist poison in the Soviet Pan-Union has largely taken the forreen cats Don&039;t reen cats are undoubtedly real It is my firm belief that they are ordinary cats with tiny electronic senders surgeried into their bodies, and with hor capacities coreen cats are possibly not the most important element in the assault on the Soviet psyche, they are the e props in that assault Unfortunately, we have not been able to lay our hands on one of these creatures, in order to confirm our deductions and shape proper counter measures It is absolutely essential that we do so"

"But there&039;s only one green cat," Phil objected, genuinely puzzled, "and it&039;s supposed to be attacking America It isn&039;t, of course"

"I&039;ll say it isn&039;t My boy, I aravely "Those stories you have heard are overnment to conceal from its oork slaves and pseudo scientists the enorreen cat has escaped froovernment laboratory here You led ain"

"I can&039;t," Phil said ot hiain"

For the first tieniality "I told you I et a hypo-bea spray too For a time I wasn&039;t responsible for my actions It was all I could do to escape the FBL raid But it won&039;t happen again" His voice grew brisk "So co your friend There&039;s no an

Dytie da Silva stepped into the foreground "Me no go," she told Romadka "Why should I? You sound crazy head &039;Lusion-&039;mune state? &039;Rationalisms impossible? Abs&039;lute science? All nonsense!"

The psychoanalyst lifted his eyebrows at her accent and senti lady Why are you here in the first place?"

"Just co a thuh narrowed eyes behind which memory seemed to be at work Suddenly he smiled thinly "The description tallies," he said "You&039;re the young worafted a remarkable delusion"

"Phil, you never tell htly

"Naturally he wouldn&039;t," Romadka said, a bit primly

"Why not?" Dytie demanded "I don care If he like, okay"

Romadka looked at her contemptuously "A common exhibitionist, I see Nymphomania too"

Dytie planted her hands on her hips "Look, I no say long words good But your diagnose wrong there Not nym&039;omania - satyr&039;asis I show you" And then and there she started to peel off a stocking Phil watched in fascinated horror

Roan "If you think that soes -"

But at that moment Dytie pulled off her shoe and foot, and held out her dainty black hoof, fur-tufted fetlock and slim pastern for his inspection "Okay, &039;lusion-&039;ood look Satyr&039;asis!"

Dr Roed

Without warning, Dytie stooped, spun around, and let go with a very accurate kick The stun-gun shot out of Roainst the wall beyond Romadka snatched his hand away as if the hoof were hell, and stumbled frantically out of the room The sound of his rapid, uneven footsteps slowly faded out Phil knew just how he felt It was all he could do not to follow hi so, she hobbled over to the door, shut it and then picked up Roun?" she asked Phil

Phil wet his lips and clutched at the table for support He knew he ed to say, his teeth chattering, "you coentina"

She ser story yours tell"

Phil nodded shakily "But first, if you please" he faltered, and pointed at the shoe, foot and cru she&039;d dropped on the floor

"Sure, Phil I un&039;erstand" She picked thee of the bed to put thely, but when it came to the point where she was about to thrust her hoof into the deep well in the false foot and the platfor matter-of-factly, "You no tell &039;lusion-&039;ot idea where pussycat is?"

"No," he replied nervously, "but I knohere I ht be able to find out"

"Is in this city?"

"Yes"

"You take uess so"

"Don you want find pussycat too, Phil?"

"Yes, I think I do"

"Okay, thas fine You can look now"

He forced hih of relief Her two legs were once irl&039;s Illusion, he decided, was at times the Bread of Life

"And now," he said, "you can answer those questions ofat the door

"This tiirl friend," Dytie told hi no more chances He switched on the one-way peephole first, and looked straight into the face of Dave Greeley

When Phil whispered "Federal Bureau of Loyalty," to Dytie, she ju narrative she had asked hianization, he had answered them in detail, and she had apparently forot beat it, Phil No ti to thesill and walked across the ladder

It wasn&039;t as long as the beah and Phil wasn&039;t drunk If he hadn&039;t crossed the beaone down the service chute at the Romadkas&039;, he would never have dared it His heart was ha as he let himself down into Dytie&039;s roo the ladder He heard a crash in his rooed him out of her roo the elevator on her side of the building "Hey, that&039;s the up button," he warned as she punched it

"I know, Phil," she said reassuringly

E sense of freedo around was bright although the lower part of the sky was dark and many stars showed in it

Then he saw the half dozen copters swinging in loard the, but only toward an empty corner of the roof He resented her pointless display of energy A hty voice from the sky coe of the roof, felt around in the air, cliain

There was the sound of a copter scraping, bouncing and grounding behind them

Dytie opened in the air a small doorway that was black as ink, and climbed inside She turned around, her face a pale ed, "Cole doard him

Phil stared at this weird air-framed portrait Beneath it he could clearly see the sheer walls of the building opposite and the dizzying ribbon of street fifty floors below

Behind hi corabbed Dytie&039;s wrist His other hand, fu in the air So did his foot He scrambled up the air and pitched over the sill of the inky doorway, into an inky sack and found a curving floor under hile of the sky with three stars in it The rectangle narrowed and vanished, and there was no light at all

Then he started to fall