Astounding Science Fiction, British Edition — page 57: what you’re looking at

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HUMPTY DUMPTY 35 under till now—you needed it. How- ever, I guess you'll live, in case you’re wondering.” “How long will any of us live?” Cody’s thought whispered. “Get upand dress,” Allenby ordered. “There’s work to be done. Here’s your clothes. How long? I don’t know. The pogrom’s been spreading for two days. The paranoids had everything very neatly planned. It looks like a total pogrom this time, Jeff. But we’ve got Pomerance. And I think we’ve got the Inductor.” ““But Pomerance isn’t one of us.”’ “He’s with us, though. Not all humans are anti-Baldy. As soon as Pomerance understood the situation, he voluntarily offered to help in any way he could. So come along. We’re ready to try the Inductor. I wanted you to be there. Can you manage?”’ Cody nodded. He was stiff, and quite weak, and there were a good many aches and pains under the sprayed-on plastic bandages, but it felt fine to stand up and walk. He followed Allenby out into the corridor and along it. The troubled, urgent stirring of innumerable thoughts moved all around him. He remembered Lucy. Not all humans are anti-Baldy. And not all Baldies are antihuman, he added, thinking of what had been done to the humans like Lucy who had been condemned to life imprison- ment within the Caves. “*She’ll be there—in the lab,”’ Allen- by told Cody. “She offered to be one of the subjects. We’ve got an Inductor jury-rigged according to Pomerance’s theory—at least, we started with his theory and went on from there, every scientist among us. It was quite a job. I hope—” The thought of the pogrom shadowed Allenby’s mind briefly and was repressed. Cody thought: J shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time— “Yes,” the psychologist agreed. “Later, Jeff. Later. The Inductor is our goal right now. Nothing else. You haven’t thought of Jasper Horne since you woke up, have you?” Cody realized that he had scarcely done so. Now, as he did, he saw the paranoid leader as something remote and depersonalized, a moving figure in a great complex of action, but no longer the emotion-charged target of his hate. ) “I guess I don’t feel the need to kill him,” Cody agreed. ““He’s not really important any more. The worst he could do was start the pogrom, and he’s done that. I’d kill him if I had Qa Cconmilclooolkks«e@