Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 54: what you’re looking at

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TO-MORROW JS in front, one drowsing, the other driving. The country- side through which they were passing was steep, and hilly. He didn’t recognise it. “T should have thought the blindest fool would have thought otherwise. You're the negation of man’s every drive to survive.” “That’s true enough. We are. And we’re proud of it! Because the urge to survive, as you put it, is all that is most beastly in man! It is blind, unthinking multi- plication. It is wars, pestilence, too many people and too little food. It is slums and overcrowding and plague, and tens of millions of blind, crawling worms, deluding themselves that they are im- portant to the scheme of things.”” He stared at. the road ahead with blazing eyes. Enochsaid quietly : “Michel, if it were in your power to put an end to all that misery—forever, to correct one blind, horrifying mistake of creation, wouldn’t you take the chance?” 53 ANOTHER DAY Almost, in that instant, he respected their viewpoint. But not quite, because, though his mind was attuned to that of one of the enemy, it was nonetheless dominated by the libido—the drive to survive. “No!” They shrugged. The man beside the driver stirred un- easily in his sleep at the vehement exclamation. ‘“No, because there is a price for everything, and misery for us today is a small price for the glory which could be.” “A dream,” Enoch dis- missed it. “An empty phan- tom. So much misery is too much to stake on the promise of an unfulfilled future.” “You can’t change a man’s prejudices,” shrugged Michel, giving in. Murphy deliber- ately missed the point. “No,” he sighed. “Or you would come around to our point of view.” “Damn. I’m sorry, Philip. I think we’ve lost them.”’ “Blast and damn. If they’d comiclooks.corn