"You were—de-conditioned?—I mean, before you came in contact with the thrill-mills?"
"Yes, of course. Psychogenetics thought a free mind might work better in a fight like this than one pinned down to pattern."
"And what do you think?"
"You've seen what I've done, haven't you?"
"Yes, yes." A pause. "But no one else has acted like you, have they?—Not any of the thrill-mill people?"
"No."
"Then what is it, Mark? Why don't the others behave like you?"
My head was beginning to ache. I gripped it between my hands, trying to fight back the undercurrent of rage that somehow kept trying to well up in me. "Let me alone, will you? I've had nothing but trouble ever since the first time that Psychogen bunch pulled me in."
"The first time—!"
"What—?"