by Robert Sheckley . from Galaxy, April 1956. The Derg offered him protection from all future accidents, but at what cost? There'll be an airplane crash in Burma next week, but it shouldn't affect me here in New York. And the feegs certainly can't harm me. Not with all my closet doors closed. No, the big problem is lesnerizing. I must not lesnerize. Absolutely not. As you can imagine, that hampers me. And to top it all, I think I'm catching a really nasty cold. The whole thing started on the evening of November seventh. I was walking down Broadway on my way to Baker's Cafeteria. On my lips Continue reading