 What is normal about the Incompletes?
Name Your Symptom By JIM HARMON Illustrated by WEISS [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction May 1956. Henry Infield placed the insulated circlet on his head gently. The people we treat are on one side of the line and we're on the other. "I dunno, Henry, but staying on our side is a pretty good way to keep sane Do you know that what we are doing is really the most primitive medicine in the world? We are treating the symptoms and not the disease. One cannibal walking another with sleeping sickness doesn't cure anything. But now I know we're semi-mechanics, semi-engineers, semi-inventors, semi lots of other things, but certainly not even semi-psychiatrists. A psychiatrist wouldn't give a foetic gyro to a man with claustrophobia." Floating before him in memory was the vertical hoop and the horizontal hoop, both of shining steel-impervium alloy. Transfixed in the twin circles was the face of the patient, slack with smiles and sweat. The gyro actually passed over a man's shoulder, through his legs, under his arms. "You know, Henry, not all of our Cures are so—so—not all are like that. If anybody does see that button in a patient's ear, it looks like a hearing aid. Yet for a nominal sum, the patient is equipped to hear the soothing recorded voice of his mother saying, 'It's all right, everything's all right, Mommy loves you, it's all right....'" Or suppose he's walking down a railroad track and hears a train whistle—if he can hear anything over that verbal pablum gushing in his ear." "You know as well as I do that those voices are nearly subsonic. But what about the severe case where we have to burn a three-dimensional smiling mother-image on the eyes of the patient with radiation? With that image over everything he sees and with that insidious voice drumming in his head night and day, do you mean to say that man's senses will only be impaired 23 per cent? Why, he'll turn violently schizophrenic sooner or later—and you know it. Infield stepped into the main stream of human traffic and tried to adjust to the second change in the air. Many "Cures" were not readily apparent. A young man with black glasses and a radar headset (a photophobe) was unable to keep from being pushed against Infield. He had been one of those condemned Normals, more to be scorned than pitied.
 They still live with a specific fear
 They are only partially cured  They still live with a specific fear  They do not possess any phobias  They are easily manipulated