Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 41 — page 106: what you’re looking at

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THE CENSORS ~ revolted violently. never been our policy. to interfere when a major issue is not involved. Personal detachment——”’ But already the mind link was breaking. The High Predictor was emerging from contemplation into action. Gavin Doust moved forward from his frozen position, and then was plucked back on to the sidewalk. The Acolyte said: “No. You have not checked the co-ordinates. You don’t know what effect this will have.” “T find myself strangely interested,” said the High Predictor, defiantly. ‘Inter- ested in happiness—in people rather than in abstractions.” *““What the devil was that?” Gavin Doust pushed himself away from the tree against which he had been flung. The surface truck hummed past a couple of feet away. What thought had twitched his nerves and muscles into action so swiftly, throwing him clear at the last second? He hadn’t heard the truck coming; hadn’t seen it, even from the corner of his eye; 105 “It has*? but some impulse had driven him to twist aside and finish up with a painful jolt like this. The truck stopped a little way up the road, backed, and turned. A-man got out of the cab and tossed a small parcel towards the goods acceptor flap. Then he climbed back in again. Gavin heard his own front door open again. Or his wife’s front door, if she wanted to insist on having it that way. She came out and looked over towards him. “Gavin,” she said, un- certainly. It was as though the word had been pushed unwillingly out of her. She walked quickly towards him. He began to say: “It’s all right, I’m on my way, don’t let’s start a mushy reconcilia- tion scene,’ but although she must have heard him, she did not respond. She looked at him—came towards him— and swayed to one side for no reason, and went stumbling out into the road, under the wheels of the returning truck. That was that. She was dead, | comicloooks.conn