Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, Issue 45 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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SOME OTHER TIME tion for everything that had happened. Perhaps the filing cabinet was the most easily explained. Telekinesis. You could will a filing cabinet drawer to open, force the files to disgorge their papers onto the floor and then, still using the so far uncharted brain-waves, pick the papers up and return them to the cabinet. Oh, yes, it could be done. In theory. Carpenter knew of no single man on Earth who could do it, though. The idea that it might be the children he had half-created, that in fact he had made a superman, flitted through his thoughts. That was certainly a lead that could not be ignored. It was not impossible. Only improbable. After all, he had been the man who had de- signed the equipment that had mutated the children’s parent’s genes. And he had worked for physical capabilities that would stand up to life on Mars as lived in domes and caverns. There was not much chance 29 that he might have created a superbeing. Nor did he fancy himself in the role of a Frankenstein. The car slanted down to the apron before Doctor Hamlin’s dome and Carpenter climbed out and into the entrance tunnel. “Come on in, Carpenter. From what you and Louise said between you I gather it’s the usual tug-of-war between your desire to work and your knowiedge that you’ve got to take it easy.” “Something like that, Jack. God, I’m tired.” Everybody called Doctor Hamlin Jack. He was short and fat, and balding, with a cheery perspiration-soaked smile on his chubby face. His eyes were like two gimlets that could strip your last secret bare before you had time to blink. “Tired, Doctor? This time of the morning?” Carpenter glanced at the electriclock on the wall of Hamlin’s study as he came out of the entrance tunnel. Hamlin didn’t believe in wasting space. comiclooks.corn