"Protective amnesia. They completely and absolutely forgot everything they had learned here."
Clocker slumped a bit. "I know. I talked to some of these 'cured' catatonics—people you probably sprung because you got all you wanted from them. They didn't remember anything." He braced again. "Look, there has to be a way out. Maybe if you snatch these politicians in all the countries, yank them up here, they couldn't stumble us into a war."
"Examine your history," said Dr. Harding sadly, "and you will find that we have done this experimentally. It doesn't work. There are always others, often more unthinking, ignorant, stupid or vicious, ready to take their places."
Clocker looked challengingly at every member of the board of directors before demanding, "What are the odds on me remembering?"
"You are our first volunteer," said a little man at the side of the table. "Any answer we give would be a guess."
"All right, guess."
"We have a theory that your psychic censor might not operate. Of course, you realize that's only a theory—"
"That ain't all I don't realize. What's it mean?"
"Our control, regrettably, is a wrench to the mind. Lifting it results in amnesia, which is a psychological defense against disturbing memories."