Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 41 — page 39: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION “TI was that one?’’ he asked, hesitantly. “Yes, Sir Winston.” “And now I am this one.”’ He looked down at his body and felt his chest with his hand. “Yes.” Churchill nodded his head slowly, pondering the mystery of his recent migration. Then he stood erect. “‘Well, at any rate, here I am!’’ He looked about the laboratory, as though seeing it for the first time. His gaze fell upon Pro- fessor Knaut. “Is the pro- fessor ill?’ he asked. Strothmeyer turned him again toward the door and answered, as they left the laboratory: “I think he has had a stroke.” “Oh, I am very sorry!” Churchill said, stopping in the polished hall. A passing stu- dent stared, but knew better than to ask questions or inter- fere—the phoenix project had a high University security rating. Churchill did not notice the student. Strothmeyer tugged him along the hall. “I want to get you to bed, first, Sir Winston. Then I will call a physician for Professor Knaut. You are my 38 first concern. That is how the professor would want it, J am sure. If it looks bad for him, when we examine him, I will start the growth of his new body right away.” Churchill brightened. “Ah, yes! You must excuse me, Doctor. I’m afraid I am still living in the past.’’ They en- tered a small room, like a hospital room, and Stroth- meyer led Churchill to the bed. The new man continued: “In my day—that is, in my former day—when a man died, it was rather hard to keep track of him from then on.” He chuckled. | Strothmeyer opened the bed and helped Churchill into it, watching him stretch his well- made, young limbs between the crisp sheets. “Just rest here a while,”’ he said, “‘while I make the proper arrange- ments for your care and see to Professor Knaut.” Churchill closed his eyes and yawned. “It’s rather a fatiguing ordeal—dying,”’ he said, simply. Strothmeyer stood by the bed a moment, reluctant to leave the vessel which held such promise for the world— connicloooks.conn