Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 45: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION *“Where do you come in? Well, you had a very extra- ordinary ancestor in Pierre Michel. He was more or less the leading sensitive in the world when he was in his prime. Though he was younger than Duplessis or Centmarche, he was the main reason why the blood-lust of the French Revolution didn’t spread all over Europe during the mid-millennium crisis. And the reason for that was that he, though him- self dominated by the sur- vival drive, had access to the mortido of the race’s subconscious—or precon- scious, rather. In short, the opposition could not bafile him out. ‘““He knew that more crises threatened. He saw that his children didn’t inherit the faculty. He knew that the opposition might dispose of him before the next crisis, and of course he was as liable to accident as anyone, which would deprive us of our one real weapon. So he watched, and waited, and 44 maintained his line of de- scendants in case one of them should inherit his powers. You are the end-product. “There wasn’t a real or- ganisation behind us till the . middle of the last crisis. We patched it together by bits and pieces, and between the wars we became thoroughly geared up—and so, we believe, did the opposition. But by then we’d lost your father— sheer accident, of course— and had lost track of you. You were undeveloped, one among hundreds of thous- ands—tost to us. “Well, we’ve found you. And you aren’t developed yet! It looks as if the oppo- sition got at you first—those nightmares, you understand? An attempt to drive you insane without our finding out, and without our being able to utilise the fact of your being the only linkage between the two opposed drives of the human race. Get this straight: owing to the genetic formation you’re endowed with, you’re irreme- conmicloooks.comn