 What separate Infield and Morgan from the Normals?
Infield turned his soft blue eyes to the black and tan oxfords with the very thick rubber soles. The people we treat are on one side of the line and we're on the other. But now I know we're semi-mechanics, semi-engineers, semi-inventors, semi lots of other things, but certainly not even semi-psychiatrists. Floating before him in memory was the vertical hoop and the horizontal hoop, both of shining steel-impervium alloy. The gyro actually passed over a man's shoulder, through his legs, under his arms. 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." 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? Infield stepped into the main stream of human traffic and tried to adjust to the second change in the air. A young man with black glasses and a radar headset (a photophobe) was unable to keep from being pushed against Infield. A clean-cut young man with mouse-colored hair was moving toward the stubble-chinned, heavy-shouldered man quivering in the center of a web of impervium cables stuck secure to the walls and windows of buildings facing the street, the sidewalk, a mailbox, the lamp post and Infield. The magnetic suction dart dropped away from Infield like a thing that had been alive and now was killed. "Not—not long," Infield evaded. Infield's pulse raced, trying to get ahead of his thoughts, and losing out. Infield shifted around, trying to see that side of his benefactor, but couldn't manage it in good grace. It can't be removed without causing my death and it's indestructible. Impervium-shielded, you see." Men hide in the comforts of insanity, but when faced with death, they are often forced back to reality. Infield looked up self-consciously and noticed that they had crossed two streets from his building and were standing in front of what appeared to be a small, dingy cafe. Infield wondered why cheap bars and restaurants always used red-checked cloths. A man could cut his wrists with the edge of a sheet of paper if he tried long enough, so of course the Bible would be imaginary.
 The Normals are uncured
 The Normals are cannibalistic  The Normals are uncured  The Normals are socially repulsive  The Normals are delusional