Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 42 — page 125: what you’re looking at

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Father just couldn’t bear to see anybody hurt... PROCESS by H. B. HICKEY It was the first time since they'd gone underground that Kermit had seen Samuels and it was a long moment before recognition came. And with recognition came also the shock of Samuels having changed so much—and fur- ther shock because change was a function of time and the time was ten years. ~ And there had been five years of war before they went underground. As they slammed through the alloy doors of the elevator and shot downward, the din of raid sirens faded and there was only the sound of their laboured breathing. Above them, on the car. wall, a phosphorescent picture of Father glowed benignly—a reminder of his omnipresence, his omniscience, his omni- potence. They were safe. Samuels broke the silence. “Kermit?” 124 “Yes. Samuels?’ “Of course.” Kermit’s curiosity was al- most overpowering. Samuels had been a philosopher; one of the most brilliant, in fact, that their era had produced. So what was he doing here in Tech Section? Come to think of it, what was a philosopher doing anywhere? But Kermit didn’t ask. Not after almost ten years. DON’T ASK QUESTIONS! If you ask you may be answered. Then you will know. If you know you may tell. ENEMY is every- where. “How have you been, Kermit ?” “Fine, praise Father. And you?” ) “Praise Father.” Kermit thought Samuels might have said more. But the car had stopped and they were stepping out into a sixth tier shelter, into a grey-shirted, comicloooks.comhn