Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, Issue 45 — page 59: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION and his eyes were blind, can- cerous growths in his face. “Let the ships land. Guide them in. If the Molinarians stay, they'll get incinerated. And that'll solve the problem. You’ve had three thousand Earthmen out there held down to looking after a thousand Molinarians.”’ “But, Commander, I couldn’t ey “You'll do it, understand? Let me know when the ships have berthed.” _ The mirror clouded again before there was any more. Carpenter found he was sitting rigid in his chair, the untasted drink in his hand, looking with shocked, disbelieving eyes at the blank, silvery mirror on the wall. “That was—horrible!’’ Louise breathed. The Molinarian in the office shifted in his chair and Car- penter’s gaze swivelled stiffly, and centred on the alién. “Why did you show us those little, isolated incidents ? Fragments, almost. Why 58 didn’t you show us the whole panorama of the future?” The Molinarian shrugged in his unearthly gesture. “‘Was it necessary, Doctor Carpenter? Didn’t those two events give you a more vivid picture of the things to come than any wholesale painting of the two civilisations? And—I spared you the worst horrors.” “Why 7 aii “Because, simply, if you haven’t been moved now, if you don’t decide voluntarily to give up your research after that, it leaves me only one alternative.” ““Give me time,’’ Carpenter said, dully. The scenes he had witnessed re-enacted their ghastly mimes in his head. That waiter—and that miner! God, what shock- ing parodies of men they’d been. And that poor girl, Laura Rennison. Dominated into producing an artificially toughened boy who would be a soldier and blast his bloody way over the new planets to come. It was sickening. More than that, the whole comicloooks.cormn