Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 44 — page 109: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION short fingernails. ‘“‘Fresh air job, you know.” George Three's eyes widened. He _ desperately fought the sneeze that was now inexorably forming in his nasal passages. *, . . Or perhaps a cooler climate. Our Tibetan allies have signified .. .”’ George Three’s eyes watered. He took short breaths through his mouth. A flame burned between his eyes. “Sneeze, damn you, sneeze!”’ snapped the physician. *““No, sir...” The storm broke. George Three was nearly thrown off his feet by the violence of the outbursts. Tears ran down his red face as the great relieving sneezes showered from him. The physician had retreated a few feet and was waiting in bitter silence. “You are quite through?” he said, finally. “Yes, sir.” “You sneeze on purpose of course,’ the other said quite casually. MO NOG. “Tt amounts to that. You did, of course, take Tab this morning?” “Yes sir.” “It is good to take Tab, isn’t it?” “Yes, sir, very good, sir.” “And it doesn’t make you sneeze, does it? You only imagined it before, didn’t you?” “Yes, sir, I only imagined 1 ety “For it is impossible—un- thinkable—that anyone would be allergic to Tab. The Com- mittee has recommended Tab. That alone would insure that anyone could take Tab with- out ill effects, wouldn’t it?” cal CS, Bit: = “Even,” continued the phy- sician in a lyrical voice, “‘if the greatest government doc- tors did not tell us that no allergy is possible—which they do.” ; “Yes, sir “And you wouldn’t think of abstaining, becoming an Addict, would you—son?” ““No, no, sir.” “It is through the blessing of Tab that we reach Social Harmony and through Social Harmony, Full Production. 108 conmmicloooks.conn