George drained his glass and shouted across the room, "Come here, Helen!"
She came.
George said, "Promise not to tell anyone? It's very important."
I couldn't imagine his reason for asking me that, but I said, "I promise."
"Well," George explained, "I can't take all the credit. I'm a fairly good surgeon, but Lucas had the hardest job. We did it together. Do you know Lucas? He's an electrical engineer ... a genius. He designed that electronic calculator at—"
"Show him," Helen interrupted. "Show him!" She was giggling, laughing, almost jumping up and down with joy. I thought: She's her old self again, cheerful, bubbling over ...
George said, "I finally realized what she needed more than anything else ..."
He raised Helen's soft brown hair and opened a small panel in the back of her head. In the recess was a maze of tubes and electrical wiring.
"She needed a new head," George said.
Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Fantastic Universe August 1958. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.