Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 53: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION nightmares below the border of consciousness, and the terrifying knowledge that these people and others like them had the power to make all the struggles of men an empty mockery, Michel fought his voice to a calm and steady level beneath which anger burned like a hot flame. He said: “Stop looking at me as if I were prize cattle and tell me what the hell you think you’re doing.” “Have a cigarette,” said Enoch, infuriatingly. Michel took it, after clapping both hands to his pockets and discovering that he had left his own case in his room. As he puffed it into life, Enoch added: “Prize cattle isn’t so bad a description of you, really. You can console yourself with the reflection that you’re the greatest prize of this or any war.” “What are you going to do?” “Put you somewhere where you will tantalise the opposi- tion, of course. If we can, we'll destroy your, as yet 52 unrealised, powers. If we can’t do that, we can at least have you somewhere where you can do us no harm when they do develop. Without you, of course, the opposition is fighting in the dark—and they are squeamish. They are handicapped, as we are not, by a desire to preserve the common run of humanity.”’ “Handicapped you call it!”’ “See ?”’ said the man named Murphy. ‘“‘What did I tell you? His father’s genetic prejudice to the libido. What can you do with a man like that?” “Nothing,” admitted Enoch. The cigarette began to quieten Michel’s jangling nerves. He said, almost with interest: ““What makes you oppose the men who want to lift our race above the level of the beast?’ “TI think we can let the blinds up now, Murphy. Be- cause we're realists, Michel, and yet also idealists in a way.” The blinds went up. He saw that there were two men comicloooks.com