Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 44 — page 108: what you’re looking at

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ADDICT into optimum production. He could still hear the individual sounds of the line. Such sounds disappeared once you were in Harmony with all the rest of the assemblers. Then, gradually, sight would also ‘disappear. Then you could experience the full power of being one with your fellow workers. Then you produced! George Three’s mind lazed along soft byeways. He lolled along the bank of a large, slow moving body of water, a wide, languid river that coursed its gentle way down toward the great sea. He was beside it. Soon he would walk into the water, join the river, become a part of it. It was a warm, caressing river that slowly rolled its way down to the great sea... But something stopped him. The river faded. The bank was gone. A metal part snapped loudly. His finger hurt him. He saw the bench. He heard the conveyor. He felt a stinging in his nose. George Three sneezed. “You again,” said the fac- tory physician squinting down at him through thick glasses. “Stand up.” George Three stood and allowed the portly man to pry open his mouth roughly. An almost overpowering im- pulse to sneeze swept him just then. The physician jumped back quickly and eyed him bitterly. “Sorry, sir.”’ The man continued his examination. He roughly un- buttoned the top of George Three’s overalls and placed his ear on his pink chest. He thumped George Three’s ribs and stepped back sighing. He surveyed George Three’s somewhat soft, medium frame with disgust. “This is the third time,”’ he said severely. 3 “Ts it, sir?” “What have you to say about it?” “T... Im sorry, sir.” The fat physician eyed him in silence for a moment and then looked away briefly. “You are happy here, eh?” ““Oh yes, sir.” “I believe Sanitation has applied for labourers,’ con- tinued the man, examining his 107 connicloooks.Ccomn)