Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 44 — page 96: what you’re looking at

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EVEN IMPORTANT THINGS CAN BE FORGOTTEN IN THREE HUNDRED YEARS FOREVER TODAY by LEN SHAW Halfway up the hill, Jud paused to wipe his brow. Mab, just ahead, looked back. “Jud,” she thrilled, “we've been here before. Hurry!”’ Jud stiffened with alarm. Their global wanderings had taken them to practically every place on earth. So why hurry now? Why incur any risk? “Take it easy, Mab!” “Why ?’’ she scoffed. Her eyes flashed. “T’ll race you to the top!” Before he could stop her, she bounded for- ward, fleet as a doe, bronze limbs flashing in the sun. “Wait for me!” In panic, Jud hurled himself after her. But she was the swifter footed. She main- tained her lead. Acutely distressed, he laboured upward, sobbing for breath. How could she be so reckless! High spirits, im- petuousness, unpredictability 95 —these were endearing female characteristics in a world of calculated risks; but not when only two human beings were left alive on earth. Way- wardness was then a capital liability, and when it spurred Mab to action, Jud suffered fits of stark terror. Suppose Mab had an acci- dent—broke a leg... Or was killed outright—and he was left alone, faced with eternal solitude ...? She waited at the top, sil- houetted on the skyline, her nude beauty bringing a sud- den constriction into his throat —for they had taken the im- mortality capsules in their prime, some three centuries ago, and age since then had passed them by. As he ap- proached, she tossed her head arrogantly, and he was stung to sudden anger. “You devil! you wait?” Why didn’t Conmcooolks.c@nn)*