Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 41 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION wakened by coming home after long absence. Of course, Strothmeyer con- ceded, the amnesia victim does not always wake upon coming home. Sometimes the shock has been so great that he can look into the face of his wife or child and remem- ber nothing. Strothmeyer sighed, his enthusiasm waning. There were many hazards, many unknowns. Of one thing he was sure, however. Even though one of the Churchill bodies might attract Churchill himself, the other body, for that very reason, would not. But it would attract someone. And who would that someone be? The odd notion occurred to Strothmeyer that it might be someone who had known Churchill, some former friend Or associate—perhaps even some former enemy. He smiled. That would be un- likely. The chances against it were Overwhelming. Still, somehow, it seemed a pos- sibility to him. If such a thing should hap- pen, the true Churchill would have a considerable advantage over the false one, through 24 being in a familiar, and there- fore easily co-ordinated, body. The false Churchill might have difficulty with both memory and operation of his new body. If the experiment should prove successful to this degree, Strothmeyer would be the only one who would know how to interpret the fact correctly, because he was the only one who had a theory broad enough to include all the facts—a theory which dealt with both mind and body. He turned from the window, rubbing his hands. Professor Knaut entered the laboratory. “How are they coming, Strothmeyer?” he asked, hardly glancing at — his assistant. He crossed directly to the nests and peered in, Strothmeyer came up be- hind him, mumbling soothing phrases of little meaning. He knew the professor was not listening to him anyway, and his head was too full of the great possibilities in his future for much sense to come out of his mouth on any other subject. Knaut turned, interrupting him. “Yes, yes. That is fine. conmicloooks.comn