This meant I would arrive at the other end, thirty-seven years old. My eagerness cooled. "What a pair of alternatives!"
He nodded gravely. "You give them both some thought. Meanwhile in the next room you'll find some new clothes. See me afterwards." He pressed a button on the edge of the couch and the attendant came in.
"Yes, Professor Worth?"
"Take Vera along please."
Something buzzed alive in my brain. It was like a set of tumblers clicking into place. I remembered. I turned at the door.
"I remember you! You were the spy—that is—"
"Yes, my dear."
"But—"
He smiled. "I was observing you, Vera. You were due for your fifth matrix—your last by law. Society didn't want to lose you. I hoped my appearance would react on your subconscious, bring your previous experiences here forward. To help bring out the good, so to speak. It was strictly experimental."
He was still smiling as the door closed behind me.