Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 41 — page 35: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION than a little one. He gestured confidently toward the for- midable equipment in the lab- oratory. ““The phoenix nest,”’ he said, “has remarkable power to alter the human or- ganism—as you have seen, in your own case. In a few more hours, in the machine, your face could be altered so that you would look quite differ- ent. If you will tell me how you want to look, I may be able to set the controls to achieve what you desire.”’ Churchill Two glared at Strothmeyer in uncertainty. *‘Can you really do this?’ he said. “We made you look like Churchill, didn’t we?’ The duplicate’s fists clenched, and Strothmeyer hurried on. “‘So, we can make you look the way you used to look—uh, mister —uh .’ . Strothmeyer waited for Churchill Two to supply the name, while herd- ing him toward the phoenix nest. The answer dripped disgust. “That is just the sort of care- lessness I would expect from a _ sycophantic servant of deca- dent democracy. You don’t even remember my name. 34 Perhaps you even forgot to record it when you stole my cells from our life regeneration laboratory in Berlin. Oh, we were far ahead of you in Germany.”’ Churchill Two be- gan to climb into the nest. “First you stole our method. Then, by some _ diabolical trick, you stole my cells.” A new train of thought seemed to strike him. “Tell me. Is this already the twenty-first century ?”’ “Almost,” Strothmeyer said, closing the side of the nest and locking it in place. Churchill Two poked his head over the top of the nest and said: “‘Has there been another war yet? Who is winning ?”’ Strothmeyer moved toward the control panel, glad that the conversation was taking a turn which would keep Churchill Two’s mind off his immediate circumstances. All Strothmeyer needed was a few moments to warm the equip- ment. He flipped the main switch, and turned the dial of the waking ray to “full,” which was many times the waking dosage. The waves which had gently waked connicloooks.Ccomn)