"That's right. In your off hours, that is-you'll be busy with drills and lab a lot. Come back next week and we'll boost the dose. Now get going."
"But- Aye aye, sir!"
Matt located the Psycho Instruction Department and was presently ushered into a small room by a bored hypno technician wearing the uniform of the staff services of the Space Marines. "Stretch out in that chair," he was told. "Rest your head back. This is your first treatment?" Matt admitted that it was.
"You'll like it. Some guys come in here just for the rest- they already know more than they ought to. What course was it you said you wanted?"
"Beginning Venerian."
The technician spoke briefly to a pick-up located on his desk. "Funny thing-about a month ago an oldster was in here for a brush up in electronics. The library thought I said 'colonies' and now he's loaded up with a lot of medical knowledge he'll never use. Lemme have your left arm." The technician irradiated a patch on his forearm and injected the drug. "Now just lay back and follow the bouncing light. Take it easy . . . relax . . . relax . . . and . . . close . . . your ... eyes ... and ... relax ... you're ... getting-"
Someone was standing in front of him, holding a hypodermic pressure injector "That's all. You've had the antidote."
"Huh?" said Matt. "Wazzat?"
"Sit still a couple of minutes and then you can go."
"Didn't it take?"