Pulp Fiction, 1954 · page 41 of 162
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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION the failure of the experiment. ° As Strothmeyer was passing the elevator, the light lit and the door opened. “Dr. Stroth- meyer!” It was the first-floor guard. “Yes, what is it?” Stroth- meyer eyed the man with hostility, half annoyed at the interruption, half expecting to be arrested. **Y ou’d better come quick!” He pulled Strothmeyer into the car and pressed for the first floor. “What’s the matter?” Strothmeyer tried to be calm. As the car whistled down the shaft, past ten floors, the guard said: “It’s Professor Knaut. He’s down at the re- ception desk, and he says if he finds you, he’ll kill you!” Strothmeyer’s heart sank. Knaut must be telling a truly unpleasant story of the death of Churchill One. He could see the headlines: CARELESS ASSISTANT CAUSES DEATH OF CHURCHILL TWIN. WORLD TO GET ONLY ONE WINNIE. STROTH- MEYER TO BE TRIED FOR MURDER OF STATESMAN. He set his jaw and prepared to make the best of whatever 40 awaited him. He would never go down without a fight! For a moment, he thought he was saved. Churchill him- self could be his witness. But no! They would never let him near Churchill again, and they would keep news of him from Churchill, on the excuse of not upsetting the great man. Worst of all! And now he began to tremble, and the tears came to his eyes. They would not put his phoenix cells into the nest! They would never make him a new body. He, Strothmeyer, the true dis- coverer of immortality, would be one of the few who would not benefit by his own work! At the very best, his honour and glory were gone. With this bitter thought, he stepped woodenly from the elevator. To his surprise, men and women crowded around him, as if seeking his help. He paid no attention to what they said, however. He was busy searching for his enemy, and colleague, Professor Knaut. ““Where is the professor?” he said, determined to show a bold front. A woman began to cry, and Strothmeyer was led into a connicloooks.comn - —_