Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, Issue 45 — page 52: what you’re looking at

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SOME OTHER TIME spilling over and drawing up phantasms of hideousness from his imagination. “Say it is true. That leaves me with a few questions.” Eels. Carpenter rose from his chair and began pacing up and down the room, his hands locking behind his back. The fever spots still burnt on his cheeks. “Why do you tell me this? Good God, man, it’s thous- ands of years in the future. It’s no concern of mine! I don’t want to know!” “But you started it all.” The Molinarian’s implacable words came flatly. ““At your instigation man began to change his physical form, to breed sports and freaks on purpose.” “But you're polymorphal- lactic!” Carpenter cried hope- lessly, as though that had a bearing on the case. The Molinarian spread his hands, palm downwards, and said evenly: “That is nothing to do with a stable form deliberately changing itself, 51 and degrading some mem- bers——”’ “But why tell me? I mean, why should you, a member of another race altogether, bother to tell me this? Why come back through time and try to stop my work? Is it because you are the guardian angels of Earth?” There was nothing angelic about the almost animal hatred that came from the Molinarian then. His eyes sparked with a feral lust that drove Car- penter back against the table, one hand outstretched to sup- port his shaking body. “I am sorry, Carpenter. Almost, I contravened a basic then.”’ The stranger chuckled shockingly. “Still, you should not be so flippant in such a position, Doctor. I’m afraid that out Molinarian sense of humour is slightly off-shade from Earthmen’s.”’ “That’s not unusual. Now tell me, why try to put me off . my work?’ Carpenter said shakily, gulping. “The answer is_ simple. Earth has expanded far in the commiclooolkks.com