Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 41 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION and undismayed. Seeing their amazement, he spoke again, the tone and measured words matching the old recordings which the scientists had heard so often. | “Gentlemen, I congratulate you!”’ It was the commander of the fleet addressing his ad- mirals after they had sunk the enemy to the last raft and row- boat. “I admit, with due humility, that. when—many years ago, it must have been— _ I left part of my body with you for your experimental use, I had little confidence in the soundness of your theories. Now,”’ he turned slightly and viewed himself in a polished metal surface which protected delicate instruments, “I can- not say you nay without in the same breath declaring myself non-existent—ah, which I have no wish to do!’’ He turned back to the scientists, and on his face was that slight, wry smile for which he had been so famous. Professor Knaut opened his mouth to make suitable reply to the great man who stood before him, reborn, but Churchill had not finished speaking. “If memory serves,” 28 he went on, “‘there was talk at that time of bringing me back as twins. Such an idea, I must say, seems quite unreal to me. I find it impossible to conceive the exact nature of such a phenomenon. Nevertheless, I should like very much to know how that phase of the experi- ment came off.” He looked toward the bed where Churchill Two was _ lying, still unconscious. “Since that chap over there, from the little I could see of him as you carried him across the room, bears a remarkable resem- blance to me, I assume that he is the other half of the experi- ment.”’ He paused expectantly. Knaut and Strothmeyer stood aside automatically, so that Churchill One could approach the bed. He did so, and stood looking down at his counterpart. Churchill Two lay with -flushed face, his eyes closed, his brow knit. He breathed heavily. Churchill One regarded him long and quietly. Then he turned to Knaut and Strothmeyer. “The body is like my body,” he said. “‘But lam I, and he is he. I have my thoughts, and I am sure he must have his, conmicbooks.con