Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 57: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION escape-proof. In case you were thinking of trying to get away, that is. Let me enumerate our precautions. Apart from the obvious ones —the walls and door—we have alarms on every floor, and sensitives posted on guard day and night in case you try to get in touch with one of your friends. And—did you - know that there was a man named Cledron who, though of low intelligence, was a true teleport? He was killed in the late war. Well, in case you turn out to have TP tendencies, I’d better tell you that these walls are threaded with cable carrying two thou- sand volts, which not only stopped Cledron—it killed him.” He turned towards the door. Just before he went out, he glanced back over his shoulder- with a wolfish grin. He said: “Goodbye!” “Yes, that car you men- tioned is coming out of Manchester. QKX 2994 you said ?”’ 56 A “Okay. We'll get through the town as fast as possible, and follow them. You must be tired, Marcia. Better let me drive.” “Not on your life, Philip. You know you’re hopeless in traffic.” They left Michel alone, isolated from the rest of the world. ; The nightmares were a long way away in Manchester, and only rarely seemed to get out of the control of his wiil. For that alone he was almost grateful to the men who held him. But never completely. He wasn’t altogether un- happy. They provided him with newspapers, books, rec- ords; nor did they starve him. But he was horrified whenever he thought of what might be going on in this battle for the destiny of humanity. “We found the car, Clair- mont. Abandoned about five miles south of Glasgow.” comicloooks.conm