Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 41 — page 76: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE BOOGIE MATRIX has turned his back on history. -Anything pre-Inferno is evil. All that is post-Inferno is good. Those who would turn their eyes backwards to pre-Inferno cultures and institutions are - reversionist, and are the ene- mies of mankind. They are the cancer of Society, and will be destroyed.” So it went on, praising the accomplishments of the tech- nocrat administration, heap- ing abuse upon the Reversion- ists—on and on incessantly. The speech lasted about half an hour, then immediately commenced all over again. At the end of the six hour period, Zora knew almost every word by heart. She was shivering uncontrollably, her skin purple with cold, and mentally almost frantic with the continual propaganda and, above all, the unheard but ever-present supersonic frequency. Then a door slid open in the wall of the cell, and the softening-up treatment was over. “You are required for in- terrogation,” said the guard. The Interrogation Room was large, softly lit, and car- peted. The air was warm, 75 almost tropically warm, and after six hours of refrigeration, Zora relaxed, physically and mentally, feeling the energy slip out of her body and mind as the warmth seeped in. That was the way they broke down will power—by the calculating ‘ application of psychological and physiological principles. They had given her a long wrap of heavy woollen ma- terial, and that, in conjunction with the high temperature of the room, made her perspire. But she didn’t care to loosen it; she had nothing else to wear, She was propelled into a chair facing a long desk, behind which sat three officers. Major Rondo, in the centre, eyed her speculatively. She looked tired and hollow-eyed, with her hair all awry, and her lips drawn into a thin, stub- born line, but, in spite of that, she still had beauty, and an indefinable air of quality. He pressed a switch on the desk, setting in motion concealed film and tape mechanisms that would record her every gesture and change of expres- sion, and every sound she uttered. Then, smiling re- comiclooks.conrn