Astounding Science Fiction, British Edition — page 56: what you’re looking at

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heabyt & ple ee iste aihiange— -f Te so strongly that four or five bystanders were sent sprawling. One of them lost his wig— This was neither sleep nor waking. It was Limbo. He floated in the womb of non-self, the only real privacy a telepath can ever know, and what he wanted was to stay here forever and ever. But he was a telepath. He could not, even in the secret fastness of his own mind, pretend what was not true, for his mind lay quite open—at least to wearers of the Mute helmets like his own. Yet it was hard to waken. It was hard to force himself, of his own volition, to stoop and pick up whatever burdens might be waiting for him, new and old. If his life could be lived as had been the last minute he remem- bered, without any indecision or un- sureness, but with only the certain need for physical action (is Pomerance alive, something in his wakening mind asked), then it would be easy indeed to lift himself up out of this warm, gray silence which was so infinitely restful, without even dreams (but Pomerance?) And as always, the thought of another made something in Cody brace and lift itself with weary stubbornness. ¢ ASTOUNDING SCIENCE FICTION 4 aay Fa ie da * /, ws ‘ gel $ ~s P ‘ RF ees . } } Instantly he was oriented. He did not need to depend on his own sleep- confused senses alone. All through the Caves, and above them, and in copters in midair, was a stirring and a con- fused sense of urgency and troubled motion, and each mind held one thought under whatever other thoughts might be preoccupying the upper levels of the mind. The thought was pogrom. Cody asked one question: Should I have killed Horne instead of trying to save Pomerance? But he did not wait for an answer. The decision had been his own, after all. He opened his eyes —knowing in what infirmary bed in what sector of the Caves he lay—and looked up at the round, ruddy face of Allenby. ‘‘Pomerance?”’ he asked. “Alive,” the psychologist answered wordlessly. “Some of the American Gun Baldies got to you right after the explosion. They had to work fast. Horne had set off the pogrom. But they had a fast copter ready, and gave you and Pomerance first aid en route. That was two days ago.” “Two days?” **Pomerance was unconscious for only a few hours. But we kept you Cconniclooo <SEiCO