Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 42 — page 128: what you’re looking at

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PROCESS stinct some measure of his- trionic ability. What he couldn’t quite believe, he’d pretended to believe. He knew he’d been watched closely. But Father needed him. Electronic calculators could be built, excellent re- searchers like Grath could be trained; but it took a Kermit to ask the calculators the proper questions, to point a researcher’s nose in the right direction. Like now. He could see Grath had come up against a stone wall. *“Something’s wrong, Ker- mit. I keep running into an unknown in the equation.” “Like what?” i *““There’s a sort of quantum jump. I mean, where the difference in waves gets qualitative, rather than quantitative.” Kermit felt a tingle run up his spine. “‘Are you sure?” “Yes, of course. Are you sure? I mean, that the wave you gave me is the right one? I’ve never run into one of that length and pattern.” Kermit was sure he hadn’t. It wasn’t the type of wave an electrical engineer would nor- mally run into. It was a wave left over from the old 127 days when a man’s mind was free to roam into foreign fields. It was a wave left over from the days when a brain surgeon interested in extra- sensory perception might write a note to a Nobel prizewinner in physics. There had actually been such a note. And Kermit, the prizewinner, had almost for- gotten it. But not quite. As with all things similar, the description of the wave had been filed in Kermit’s memory. It was not an ordinary brain-wave. The surgeon had found it in the patterns of several of a Dr. Rhine’s sub- jects, people who had re- vealed some definite ability in e.s.p. Weeding it from the waves of thalamus and cortex, the surgeon had localised it in what he chose to term a “rudimentary post-cortex.” *“___actually a sort of node, possibly the beginning of the brain of the man of the future—the God-man, Super- man.” So the note had gone. And Kermit had laid it aside. Yet the wave might still serve a purpose. This was the problem: Bombs could no longer reach ENEMY, just as bombs could comicloooks.com