The Lost Ego
By Rog Phillips
He knew he existed—even to the point of
knowing his own name. But to really exist you
have to have a body—and he couldn't find his!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
April 1953
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
"So what if I did spend this week's household allowance getting drunk last night!"
I stared at the woman. For a brief second I had felt that she was my wife. But I had never seen her before. I looked at her. She was a straw blonde, rather pretty in a way.
"Give me some more money, you cheapskate," she sneered. "I don't know why I ever married you. I could pick up a half a dozen any night that are more fun than you ever were."