Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, Issue 45 — page 51: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION men in the time from which I come are segregated into their Carpenter classes with utmost rigour.” Carpenter lowered his glass and looked with shocked dis- belief at this strange visitor from the far future. He could be dreaming it all, he knew, but it was most unlikely. Carpenter classes ? “What the -hell. do you mean ?” “Simply that people of Earth and their conquered worlds are deliberately bred to fit into the social and economic pattern. To your eyes, Carpenter, they’d mostly look like a_ collection of freaks.”” “My God!” Carpenter breathed. He could believe it, strange and impossible though it might seem. He knew, from his devious experiments into the very essence of cellular structure, what a curious, un- predictable, emotional crea- ture man was. Yes, it was well within the scope of a man’s imagination to breed his fei- 50 lows to fit into a socially ordered plan. “You have the facts more or less correctly,’ the Molina- rian said, bitterly. Carpenter knew he had been reading his mind; but, what the hell? What did anything matter now, if that was the way in which his work was to be distorted and twisted? “You mean they use my process to irradiate parents, producing children to perform set jobs in the economic structure, instead of adaptions to suit fresh environments on the pianets ?” “Yes. Some of the results are not pretty. I don’t think I need to elaborate too much. You, of all men, should be able to visualise the sort of horror that could be produced if, say, you wanted a man to clean out a mile of drains.”’ Eels. The shocked thought burst in Carpenter’s mind. He shuddered. “Assuming that what you say is true,” he said, striving to keep his thoughts into an orderly groove, to prevent them from comiclooks.com