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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION practice his levitation in some out of the way place. He was finding he could do almost anything he wished in the three dimensions. One hot, brightly moon-lit night, he went out to a little pond he’d seen from the air, in the middle of some woods. It was fun trying to see all the goofy things he could do with dives. He “climbed,” rung by rung, a hundred foot high, non-existent ladder, and dived off, making an effortless stop just before he hit the water. One time he curved about just before he reached the surface, and pretended to test the temperature with an out-thrust toe, only to shiver and zoom upward. He grinned. “Boy, what a carnival act J could work up.”’ But he knew he’d never be able to do those things in front of an audience. He learned to do Immel- mans and Barrel Rolls. He did Outside Loops and Falling Leafs. He tried pretending he was on a giant swing, and found he could simulate that movement. He became a ““high-flyer’’ in a circus act, swinging from one trapeze to 34 another, doing dozens of somersaults before catching the second non-existent bar. Tired of this sport, at last, he dived from a thousand feet in the air, slowing his speed just before he hit the water so the impact wouldn’t injure him. He was thoroughly en- joying his swim in the cool water when he heard a bellow from the pond side, and a flashlight’s gleam picked him out. E “Hey, you, no swimming allowed here!”’ “My gosh, I’m caught!” Newton’s mind shuddered at thought of the publicity. Then realised he’d only been caught swimming. He swam quickly to the edge of the pool and splashed ashore. “I’m awfully sorry,” he apologised to the caretaker. “It’s so hot in town, and I didn’t know this was private property.” | “Well, it is. It’s a private fish preserve, and don’t ever come here again.” The gruff voice was only slightly mollified. Newton donned his clothes and started off through the woods and across the field. comiclbooks.corn