Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 65: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION opposition—of the mortido. It is in my power, true, to destroy them. But—— “Enoch, you once said that the libido is blind, unthinking multiplication. It is wars, pestilence, too many people and too little food. It is slums and overcrowding and plague. That is true. It is also true that the mortido is oblivion and despair, nega- tion, dementia precox on a racial scale. Think, all of you. Think how a sane individual is constituted—with the two drives so balanced that the mortido always checks the desire of the libido for unhindered selfish advance- ment. No, it is not for me to do away with the mortido. Iam—how shall I put it—ILam only the first cel] to achieve the beginnings of that which is to ordinary intelligence as men’s consciousness is to the blind existence of an amoeba. “Eventually, there will be many ceils like me, welded into something which is so far beyond your comprehen- sion that I shall not even attempt to explain that tiny fraction of it which is I. Till that time—well. Your squab- bles and fights are the birth- pangs of a new creation. So you must continue as if I had never been. Therefore, you will forget me when I go away. What can the pre- conscious know of the con- scious? By definition it can- not know at all. ““And I—who am also you, and also an infinitesimally small part of that which is to come—have things to do which you would not under- stand.” He—they—in whom were truly met the hopes and fears of all the years, took five quick steps and passed out through the door. And who, seeing him on the frost-touched December streets, would have taken him for anyone more than a man like other men? comicloooks.conn