Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 44 — page 147: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION tised mind a natural defence against ever completely accept- ing the drug. Thus your allergy!”’ The sun was down now. The stained glass window no lon- ger glowed in its rays. The large room was dark. George Three noticed the sky showing through a hole in the high ceiling. “But [’'m no use to you now,” said George Three sadly. “I don’t remember anything.” *“Not consciously. But it is there. Deep down inside you lies the pattern of a mathema- tician, George. The good years with Professor Stein are still there. It will take time and study. We have the books you “Then what? What will you do?” The other man looked up to- ward the hole in the roof of the church. “Look,” he said. “Stars. That is where we are heading. We will build a new world here on earth. We have the site. One day the world of Tab will fall under its own corrup- tion and decadence. Mean- while we will be preparing for the New World.”’ George Three felt the promise of the man’s words. “One more question,” he said. ““The girl—there was an evening when we both left our dormitories and lay under the stars .. . I remember she was also one of Professor Stein’s need—they are banned now, pupils...” but we have them. There are a “Yes, George Thiee, Iwas!” few teachers among us....” _ said Lilian Four. 146 Conmmicloooks.Ccomn)