Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 59: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION Michel was not known to be dead or insane, he still repre- sented the key that would enable them to strike a crush- . ing, an exterminating blow at their enemies. Six months had gone by. The problem of telepathy itself was more difficult, since he had to work exclusively on theory. Any attempt at actual communication would have aroused all his guards, but nonetheless he was getting to know his growing capa- bilities now. “T think we’ve found him, Philip.” ‘About time.” “Yes. They have a guard around him that the mental impact of a dimwitted cock- roach would alert.” “Attention, everybody. This is an order. We've got to figure out a way of getting through to Michel, or of getting him out without com- motion. Nothing is more im- portant than this.” Another six months had gone by. 58 He made several interesting discoveries in the next ten or eleven months. “Still there, Marcia ?”’ “Still here. Any progress ?”’ é ‘No.”’ After two years from the start of his imprisonment, he felt himself ready for an attempt at escape. What really triggered his decision was a sudden recurrence of his nightmares, which had been pressed further and fur- ther from his consciousness by the growing power of his mind. This time he was able to ignore them; but they sufficed to show him that the high-up in the opposition was actually near him now. This time, he realised, they were not a deliberate trans- mission, but only the manner in which his libido-prejudiced mind interpreted the ordin- ary unvocalised images which formed the “small-talk” of a mortido-prejudiced mind at rest. It was then that he re- membered something that connicloooks.comnn