Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, Issue 45 — page 53: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION time from which I come. Even now, whilst I speak to you, in the future Molinarians are going down before the weapons of Terra. Terran ships have swept all before them through the Galaxy, until they met up with the cluster owning friendly alle- - giance to Molinar.”’ “Then they got a fight—is that what you mean? And you want me to do what about i “Terra did not get a fight,”’ the Molinarian contradicted coldly, a sombre brooding chilling his listener. ‘“‘You forget something, Carpenter.” “Forget ? What?” “We may not kill.” Carpenter sucked in his breath and his eyes narrowed. There was almost pity as he stared at his visitor from the future. “You poor devils,”’ he said, thinking back to what he had told Hamlin and Wheeker at lunch. “I get it now,” he went on, almost under his breath. “You're being conquered in 52 the good old Earth way, and you want to be left alone to live out your lives as you have planned them. And you’ve figured that it’s because Earth- men are so well adjusted— adapted—in the future that if they were not so adapted they wouldn’t be splitting space so fast and so easily. Of course, the varying classes would in- clude soldiers and spacemen and folk who could take a planet apart atom by atom.” Carpenter’s eyes clouded over at the prospect. The dazzling, glorious future of Earth among the stars? Was it so wonderful, after what the Molinarian had told him? It stank. “And you’ve come back here, to me, and tried to get me to stop my work. First you tried sending me mad, so that I'd be stopped, anyway, at the committee meeting coming up. Then, when that failed, you spun me this sob story about how terrible it would be for men to be changed into freaks. Of course it would be terrible. — But, really, why you want me comicloooks.com