Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 42 — page 134: what you’re looking at

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i; evidence of a logical progres- sion, which I believe must _ Jead us to metaphysical <i Avidly, Kermit moved the film ahead to the nextframe... DELETED. And the next frame... DELETED. ce The last frame. ‘‘——and so certain inhibitory factors must be taken into account. These include beyond a doubt the factors of Conditioning and Purpose.” That was all. Metaphysical considerations were not safe. | They might have a bearing on political considerations. Therefore, some _ benighted censor had chopped them out. For the first time in ten years Kermit swore. “God damn you savages!’’ he raged. And because he had to do something physical as well, he lashed out a kick that sent film flying in all directions. His call came at 2130 hours. He came out of a deep sleep to find himself half erect, jerked upward by a powerful hand that had twisted the collar of his nightshirt into a throttling noose. In the dim light of the dormitory’s single tube, Ker- We mit could barely see the features of his Friend. A moment later he could not “PROCESS see even that much, for with efficient brutality the Friend’s fist drove into his solar plexus. There were two of them— Servant and Friend. Between them they half dragged, half kicked him out’ into the corridor. Kermit tried to stand, and stumbled. Some- thing harder than a fist smashed against the back of his neck and drove him face first into the wall. When they hauled him to his feet again, Kermit’s nose was bleeding freely and his forehead had lost a good deal of skin. *“Move—move., Move.” His feet hardly touched the floor as he was hustled along. Walls swam past vaguely, his stomach churned. Whether they turned left or right at corridor’send hedid not know. At last there was a door and a pause. The door opened. ‘““Here, Brother.” They might have been delivering a package. “Good. Bring him in. There.’ Kermit was slammed into a hard chair. ‘““You may leave.”’ Pe aenn “He won't make any trouble. You’ve done a good job.” 133 comiclooks.cormn