Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, Issue 45 — page 56: what you’re looking at

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SOME OTHER TIME kneaded the white, sweating skin of his forehead. His head ached abominably. The silence in the room deepened. The Molinarian raised his head, stared at the wide mirror on the wall. *“Look—” he commanded. The mirror clouded, swam with colours, resolved itself into a porthole onto another world. Carpenter heard musi- cal notes ringing down the corridors of time, as though giant blows were being struck on the chords that hold the stars in their places. The mirror glowed with the deep star-flecked purple of space, drawing his eyes, his mind, his very being out of him and holding them suspended over an infinite void. ‘Look carefully. I will show you some of the future of your race...andof mine...” In the discreet restaurant the sounds of glass and crock- ery came as a background to - weird, multi-toned music from a five-piece orchestra. Captain Cannon Rennison sipped his ee) thick wine appreciatively, but his eyes were hot and angry on his wife, sitting pale-faced op- posite him. He moved his in- credibly broad shoulders in his Space Guard Black and spoke bitterly and reproachfully. “But all the Rennisons have been soldiers! Right the way back for hundreds of years. And now you say you don’t want our son to be a soldier! Have you lost your mind, Laura?”’ “No, Cannon. It’s just that——’’ Laura Rennison shrank miserably into her chair. “I don’t want him to go fighting and slaying over every new planet that we discover. I want him to make a name for himself——” “Laura! I suppose you realise you’re married to me? You’re talking as though you loathe the thought of a soldier. Why don’t you want our son to be a soldier ?”’ ‘“You’d never understand, Cannon! When we were told that we might have a son, I was glad, for both our sakes. But I don’t want him to be a comicloooks.conn